The journey of grace started in Russia and by the end of Cuba while sitting in a coffee shop drinking coffee that tastes like sea water and being told to keep quiet by the waitress because we laughing too loud, God concluded the first part of an unending series of His grace.
A friend asked me what grace means to me... Well everyone says, 'by the grace of God I can be here today,' then obviously it's the power of God that allows good things to happen to us and through us... Clearly I didn't understand, so I asked God to show me, expecting to 'feel' what it's like. Maybe an overwhelming sense of love, a desire to surrender or even some bible verses and then surely i'll know all about it. Never did I think that it would be so practical. I had found myself in a place of giving grace in the physical and not only receiving it from God (which He continues to lavish on us.) Living in grace is easy. Giving it, impossible. I can only truly boast in God because it's through Jesus alone that I could muster even a little grace for others. God showed me His heart by promting me to freely give in an abundance of love and forgiveness to those that we think are undeserving of it.
It was in that coffee shop in Santiago, Cuba when I saw His grace unfold like a table cloth; it makes us (the table) that holds all the other things that God prepares for our lives beautiful and above all it brings glory to the host above host!