The summer of my Freshman year of college I avoided an accident by inches. The next day a childhood friend passed away. Trying to sort out my feelings, I decided I needed to get out of town and went to live with my Dad for the rest of summer. A few months later, my Dad died unexpectedly. I am so grateful for the divine grace that lead me to my Dad’s so we could spend some quality time together before he died. Can you recognize the hand of grace in your life?
