My morning coffee gurgled and pumped, filling the kitchen with its savory aroma. While I waited, I glanced out the window toward the old apple tree. Perched on its stark branches of winter sat three cardinals, crimson feathers plumped to beat the cold while snow peppered down. I considered God’s grace abounding, falling freely on my difficult places, making everything beautiful in its time.

God’s grace is truly remarkable — amazing many would say. Freely given, blanketing us in His love and care. I wish His grace were as tangible as the snowflakes falling …