Between the two bursts of bright red shrubs a pink one, dotted on the backdrop of green. Unlike the dramatic scarlet fuchsia, it is not stretching to be noticed. But the eye rests there because it is soothing, and lovely in its unassuming way. It's smaller than the other shrubs, and squeezed between them as if just trying to fit in. And yet, its fragrance is almost visible; its color optimistic. Blooms erect, it stands as its own, authentically different, understated, and gentle. The brilliance beside it only sets off its unique, inviting quality.

To be real--as inadequate as we might feel, leaves the world an opportunity to see the essence of God within; who makes each wonderful, appealing, and of eternal purpose. Stand, positioned wherever you are, with head up and unique beauty revealed. Nothing can take your place. 

Grace is something that runs counter intuitive. When we know we haven't earned something we look over our shoulder wondering when someone will come and take it away. 

But a dance with Grace is a waltz with God. If you follow, it flows, and you need not figure out the next steps. If he dips you, He will hold tight, and when you come up, the exhilaration will spin you into new joy.