I do not understand the mystery of grace — only that it meets us where we are and does not leave us where it found us.
Anne Lamott
I have a morning routine that over time has evolved into what it is this morning. Some parts of my routine I seldom, if ever, change, and it’s not that I haven’t thought about changing them. Anyway, after my morning routine, I put on a crock pot of soup, then enjoyed sitting on a favorite rock at Pineridge Natural Area soaking up the sunrise. Laundry is almost done then meeting a friend at noon for lunch. This morning I am grateful for the breath of life and this mystery of grace. May you have a blest day!