Grace Kisses

Today was a less than stellar behavior day. By 1:45, I texted for prayer, and honestly tried to stiffle my thoughts of "how can this day get any worse!" Circumstances can always get worse, but perspective...well, perspective is beginning to change my life.

I had the pleasure of painting with two beautiful 3-year-olds today. Kaitlyn, a gorgeous Downs, who when asked her favorite color, signed orange immediately. Mason, a severe dyspraxic, whose smile will melt even the most frozen, and whose increased motor skills astounded me to tears. Signing with little ones - communication. It is His grace flowing over me and kissing my soul.

I listened to a Dad pour out his story, of his precious one's broken heart, miracle of surgery, his desire to provide, and his family's "miracle story" of His provision. Another "miracle story"! His eyes whispered a journey I have already traveled. Another grace kiss.

I am so stinking blessed! My hands can whisper and shout without my lips parting. My Joy can part her lips and speak. My Promise's stone heart is beginning to deteriorate. My Faith is searching for her Momma's heart. My Jubilee is in Grace's hands. My Hope is now a Man-Child. Grace kisses. Thank You for grace kisses.