My word of the year…grace. I revisit it daily. I ponder. Am I living a life filled with grace? Am I exemplifying God’s grace in my interactions with people? Am I searching for those moments where I can practice grace?

Life is full right now. I’m extremely busy wrapping things up here in West Virginia yet all I want to do is go out and play and enjoy the weather…the countryside…my friends. However, I’ve made commitments. To myself…to sort through my belongings and get the last of my things organized and distributed, either stored in my camper, donated, tossed or given to those who will love them as much as I did. To my aunt…as I promised my things would be gone by the first of June. To a friends of mine…that I wouldn’t leave my stuff in her storage area in front of the things she needs access to. (Fail! She had to move some of my stuff yesterday and I felt bad I wasn’t there to do it.)

Another area I am practicing grace is in my interactions with a couple of people who haven’t been particularly gracious with me lately. Taking the high road is not necessarily easy, but it feels better in the end.

One place I can always sit quietly and feel God’s grace is looking at this view of the river. I mean…how can you question the existence of a Higher Power when you’re looking at this beauty? It’s so peaceful and still. When there is no wind, the surface of the water is like glass. The current carries its energy through the valley and fills you with its strength. It is ever present, ever moving, ever changing. The light varies by the minute and nothing is the same from evening to evening. This is where I feel closest to God. This is where I feel grace. I will miss the river this summer.

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“Blessed are those whose strength is in you, whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.” Psalm 84:5