Confusing grace
Grace may be amazing, but it can also be confusing.
It was that confusing grace that surrounded me the other day while standing in a parking lot in Montreat, North Carolina. And it showed up so unexpectedly that it left me scrambling for words.
The day before, I had traveled to Montreat to visit cherished friends who were there for vacation. It had been far too long since we had been together, and their patient invitations finally convinced me that my presence would not be an interruption to their time away.
