Grace on Rainy Days

Rainy days slow everything down. The noise softens. The edges blur.

Today feels like one of those days — not rushed, not dramatic, just quiet. I’m learning that grace often shows up here, in the stillness, not in the answers.

Most of the time, faith feels steady. But some days it’s really hard. That’s when the grace really matters. That’s when I’m thankful, and that’s how I know the faith is there; it’s just clouded by the storm.

Maybe today isn’t about clarity or direction.
Maybe it’s just about being held in the quiet — and trusting that grace is still here, even when the sky is gray.