grace

thank you for the few falling leaves, and the coolness of this breeze, and the scrape of the leaf as it crawls across the porch. thank you for the cold white sky and the distant moving thunder and the fact that in all things there is grace. thank you for this midday darkness, for the children i will soon pick up, for the plink of rain on this tin covering.  thank you for this time of waiting, for this coming advent, for your light, and that in all these things- there is grace.  thank you that it's raining loudly now, pouring down in sheets and waves, and that if i didn't need to go and find my children at school, i could run fast in it, feeling the cold alive on my skin, reaching our for your everlastingly open arms, immersion in the grace as it falls all around me.