Being home for the weekend is never restful - it is usually jammed full of productivity. Friday was just such a day. Mom and I pulled out of the driveway with a long list of stops to make. Surprising to some, I am not a shopper.
On our second stop (the bank) God made me smile. I was talking with our wonderful branch associate Shoba (everyone should have a Shoba, by the way) about trying to get some of my accounts online. She asked me for a temporary password. Something I could remember.
Mm, grace. (It was the first thing that came to mind.)
Shoba looked up at me. "And what reminds you of grace?"
I smiled.
Thanks God.
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