A Moment of Grace

I live. I breathe.
In.
Out.
A moment of grace, now sucked into the swirling pool of time.
Because it is grace.
It is a gift.
Another breath.
Another moment to be who He made.
Another moment to rest in His identity that is mine.
Another moment to walk a blind step forward.
Another moment to love.
To live loved. To Love life.
To love the Life-giver. To Love what He gives.
To give what He loves.
Love to be defined as the mutual exchange of what is good.
His gift.
My thanks.