Colors of Grace

God's grace is simple. I see it like this:

My body may feel sick and deteriorating, but I am still physically able to smile.
The wind that makes my hair dance when the cold front's blowing in.

Sometime's His grace is painful. Yet beautiful in hindsight.

Protection and refinement of the heart through ache and break.
A lonely lost walk in the wilderness, because that is the only way to draw nearer to Him.

His Grace is Sufficient. I'm slow to learn. :-)