It was a dismal day, and by most’s standards, not the optimal day to celebrate anything…

But the morning was pregnant with light and hope. One that radiates only from a grateful heart. One that counts it all as grace, lavished abundantly upon her by the one who gives… and give.. and gives.

Love. Mercy. Grace. Forgiveness. Confort. Joy. Peace. Even trials.

A heart that knows true love and that every good and perfect thing comes from above.

That day was her 28th birthday.

And while many would choose to celebrate with gifts and soirees and pampered “me” time, she wanted to give it away..

love that is.

Because she knew she had been blessed to be a blessing.

But first, we could eat cake!

And like he knew her beautiful selfless acts that would follow, he gifted her with a birthday brownie on the house.

Like that. Things like that… gifts from above. No thing too small.

Count it all as grace. Receive with open palms of thanks. 

She strolled the market aisles in search of gifts to give away.

And breathing in the sent of peace and pure delight.. joy in bloom…

She picked the perfect bouquet to give away.

Then, like the divine appointment it was, another opportunity shone bright.

You’re latte, it’s on me, please.

Stunned. Shocked. Both her and the baristas.. not quite sure how to handle, let alone accept her gift of grace.

She knew her day was special, because she was made in His image.

Beautiful. Loved. Acceptance.

Danced over and died for willingly.

And like the day she was born, He looked down at her and said “It was good.” Happy Birthday to my beautiful friend, Chervelle. Thank you for being a light in his name and for sharing your grace and love with others, include me. xo