Morning Rain, Morning Grace June 18, 2025 – Morning Reflection

Morning Rain, Morning Grace

June 18, 2025 – Morning Reflection

I stepped outside this morning with hot water in hand and walked straight into a light drizzle. Not a downpour. Not a storm. Just enough rain to kiss the trees and remind me—life doesn’t wait for perfect conditions. So I didn’t either.

There was something holy in the way the water dripped through the branches. The air smelled clean. Everything felt still. I could hear the drainpipes emptying into the roots, like the earth itself was exhaling.

Earlier, I read some of Carol Dweck’s work on mindset—the psychology behind how we see ourselves. One line stayed with me:

“You’re not fixed. You’re becoming.”

That truth settled in deeper as I walked.

Another sentence from my morning reading echoed:

“By grace I live. By grace I am released.”

Simple. Clear. Enough.

I didn’t rush the walk. I let the morning talk to me.

Tiny pinecones scattered across the sidewalk.

The sound of tires pushing through the wet pavement.

That steady, quiet rhythm beneath the noise of the world.

And in all of it, I felt this:

I’m not here to control the outcome.

I’m here to show up—present, alive, and full of grace.

Not because I have to.

But because I get to.