Grace

I'm not sure that I believe in God (or god), but I do believe in Grace.

In my limited experience, I have come to believe that grace always exists, but we don't always see it. This week I experienced it twice.

On Saturday I sat at the feet of Lebanese woman as she "read" the gritty patterns left in my coffee cup. The mother of a dear friend of mine, she interpreted my destiny and her daughter translated, covered heads tilted together reading, then back laughing. We sat and giggled together the way that women have always done everywhere.

This morning I had coffee with a new friend and connected like old souls.

hmmmm.... I don't know that grace always involves coffee; but I can't rule it out.