More than once the group leader had lamented that more women hadn't joined us. For me it was the perfect fit.
When one of the chapters spoke about the homeless, I almost didn't go to small group. It was just too painful. And frankly it's always been embarrassing that my only brother died homeless.
But this small group of women had grown increasingly comfortable in sharing stories and questions and ponderings. I went to group knowing I could trust them.
One day I shared how I had struggled with guilt over not being able to take care of my brother and raise his child at the same time.
My new friend, Jane, gently reached over and said, "Maybe God never wanted you to take care of both."
Dear Reader, her words drenched me in grace. Jane had allowed herself to share a gift that had been given to her. It was like a backpack full of rocks had fallen from my shoulders.
We never know when the Lord will choose to bless us through a holy moment. We can be confident He knows exactly when we need to share in one, whether giving or receiving.
Has God poured out unexpected grace on you recently, Dear Reader? We'd love to hear about it! You never know when your holy moment of grace may splash all over someone else.