Earthquake, flood and 9/11. You can either assume disaster and curse or try to find the grace in the challenge. I’m searching for grace.

Grace is in the quiet things.  A chance to read my granddaugter a new book.  To make a favorite dish for my son-in-law. To walk with my daughter. To watch the Yankees with my husband. To know that my friends are safe and well.

I need the quiet and the deep breaths.

As I write this, I can hear the emergency sirens. I know that it’s about the flooding, but my mind goes back to 9/11 when I waited for Sarah to return from School 7 and her frightened children.

Deep breaths.

Then out to find a way to help.