136. Grace, like rain, that falls even before one looks full into Truth. The rivers of that grace that can be seen throughout the past, when one looks back, washing, carrying, rushing to those places where the ONE can be seen and heard.
137. The opportunity to get to know another young woman, soon to be off to college. The hope to sow seeds, or water seeds already sown, or simply be one of the encouragers along the way. What joy. How grateful for opportunities.