Monday morning gift of grace

I always set my alarm to go off at 4:05. At 3:55 this morning, I woke up on my own, ready to get out of bed and get started with my day.

My 25-minute meditation usually ends with me nodding into my coffee mug, but today I remained clear and present as I sat in the dark, listening for that small still voice.

Monday mornings at the gym are not typically pretty. I tend to drag myself from station to station, mumbling and grumbling to myself about how the house music is too loud, and those guys over there say "the F word" too much, and why is that woman always on the piece of equipment I want to use? But today, I launched into what turned out to be 90 minutes of vigorous cardio circuit training that may well have lasted longer if I hadn't needed to get to the office.

Walking from my car to the building where I work, I noticed the biting cold against the skin of my face and decided that it was refreshing, snapping me out of any vestiges of sleepiness, and making the world around me feel fresh and clean. The thick dark blanket of grey that hung in the sky felt comforting, protective somehow.

I couldn't help but ask, "What is this sense of ease about?"

"Grace," said the still small voice.

May grace be with you today.

Julie is the co-author of the triple-decker novel "Iris & Lily."