The word 'grace' has many meanings and I have used it liberally. But yesterday I experienced it through some children I met.

In them I saw an acceptance of who they were without seeking pity.

They received what was being offered to them, their pride intact.

They offered without being asked, their innocence and their joy.

They clapped, prayed and greeted us in practiced chorus, not ritualistic, not in a hurry but with a sense of discipline that can come only through the courage of believing in the day.

I guess in moments like this you realise that there really are no 'grand' questions or 'insignificant' answers...

There are just many such beautiful moments filled with grace.

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