In my normal, boring, ordinary life.
Like when the week turns topsy-turvy and there’s an opportunity for an explosion…that doesn’t happen. Like when the maintenance issues of my old farmhouse threaten my sanity…but then things fall into place, as if Someone Else were involved. Like when the kids crawled under my skin and jumped up and down…and I didn’t blow up at them.
I never knew, until recently, that the little statue one of my best good friends gave me, back when we were roommates and right after I became Catholic, was a statue of Our Lady of Grace. And I never knew, until last week, how much Our Lady of Grace is going to be hearing from me!
UPDATED: Sorry about the link trouble! I updated it with the correct link. 🙂