Post Twenty-Five: A Remnant of Grace

rust

a quarter lays dirty, on the floor at my feet. dust, germs, and filth clumped around this quarter of a dollar. I remember: a time I wold have already snatched up -- even were it only a penny. But now, I wear a $50.00 shirt and do not think twice of picking up a quarter.

nearly.

instead, I remember and I think my God for sustaining, providing and blessing me.

"It is the nature of grace to fill the quiet, empty place"

God's grace fills all.