I cannot breathe without it.  Take a step.  Say a word.  Live another day.  And yet how often I forget that.  Rely on my own faulty, fallen self.  Fail.  Stumble.  Scold myself for doing the very thing I do not want to do.  Think I can somehow do better.  I can't.  Not in and of myself. 

Oh, Lord, how I need to be reminded not just daily, but moment by moment, of Your matchless grace and how I truly depend on it for every single thing in my life!  And how Your grace to me does not often look like I would expect it to look.  Sometimes Your grace is a painful window into my prideful heart.  A difficult review of a day that I've caused much hurt or exasperation for my family.  These moments are Your grace to me, as is the brilliant smile from one child that brightens our entire block.  The sweet encouragement and cuddles from another one that bring such deep emotion.  Tears flood the eyes to think of Your great gift of grace in my children.  And a husband.  Oh, a husband.  Such a gift I've never known...one who is patient, gracious, loving, merciful, kind...so filled with the Fruits of the Spirit!  Such a man I never expected nor deserve.  Thank You for him.  He is a picture of Your grace to me. 

Your grace is for my good.  Iron sharpening iron, fire used to refine.  These things are hard!  But GOOD.  YOU are GOOD.  Everything that comes into my life is from Your hand, Lord, and is a part of Your perfect plan to mold me and shape me.  I, the clay.  You, the Potter.  The Creator.  The Master.  I am Yours.  I BELONG to You.  You own me and can do as You see fit with my life.  Would You please remind me, Lord, that each moment I live is an extension of Your great grace to me?  That it doesn't matter what kind of moment it is.  It's all grace.  All in Your control.

Thank You for Your grace.