Grace is something for which we prepare ourselves. It is the guest we invite and for whom we clean house. It is the guest whose anticipated arrival causes us to see the everyday of our lives with new eyes; it inspires us to mend that which is worn and adorn our rooms with well-placed flowers and a candle or two. We ready ourselves, and wait.
This waiting, I think, is a prayer; a recognition that our survival depends upon being ready to say: “Come in – I’m so glad you are here”.