Grace comes unexpectedly, sometimes...


It comes in the form of a generous [unexpected] offer to cover a large bill, because I can't take care of it myself.

I listened to a lot of Bebo today. I hadn't listened to him much the past year or two, but his music feels like the fabric of my life right now--emotionally honest, raw, yet posessing a richness in its depth [yet seemingly shallow...]. It has a perticular freedom about it; most of the songs are about the ordinary, the struggle and process of faith and transformation, or as his new cd title puts it "between the dreaming and the happy ending". I like that.