We were walking early in the morning, Grace and I.
She saw a Real Estate sign and the agent was Grace!
She said she saw a church sign near her house: Grace United.

“Grace is a great word,” I said.
She looked interested.

It’s hard to define grace to a 7 year old Grace.

“It’s a free gift.”
Who know better than a kid that all true gifts are free?

“It means there are no rules you have to follow. God just loves us.”
Oops, I quickly moved from this angle. This could lead a child to trouble.

“Grace is another name for God.”
This got her interest.
For a second.
And that’s enough.

Perhaps if we could just grasp,
even for a second,
that the other name for God
is our name,
we would know ourselves Beloved.
We would know grace.