Touched By Grace

　One day, as I placed an order inside a fast-food restaurant, a young girl approached the counter and stood almost in front of me. Her grandmother quickly told her to wait for her turn. I expressed to her that it was quite alright, but she told me that the child "needed to learn."
     Soon, my order was placed on the counter and the same young girl reached for it. Again, she was corrected by her grandmother. It was apparent that the child had special needs…I perceived that she may have been autistic. I smiled and let her know that it would soon be her turn.
     My friend and I sat down to eat. The girl, who was named Grace, and her grandmother soon sat close by. What happened next inspired me to write…

Touched by Grace

So quietly, guided footsteps purposed to approach…

And nearly spoken, a word comes through the touch of a hand

Placed gently on my shoulder, meaning to convey

Deep thoughts through a vacant stare... and for a moment,

An expression through her motion, a simple gesture.

Humbled and amazed, filled with gratitude,

I wonder why

I have been chosen to receive a unique gift of love

Extended to me… by the hand of Grace.

Who am I to be touched by Grace?

Be Blessed, In Jesus' Name...

Angie