Grace upon grace. In three months of marriage, I’ve been confronted with just how unlikeable I can be. And yet somehow I’m still lovable. That’s grace. I started what was meant to be a daily practice to challenge me as a writer and as a mindful being. For the past two nights, I chose sleep instead. I chose distraction and late night conversation with my husband. Now I’m back and wandering through words. Listening to, acknowledging, and acting on what I need in the moment. That’s grace. I will seek grace and be gracious and stumble and choose grace again.