That breathing in and breathing out thing you’re still doing? Grace.
Being able to see and hear and touch and feel and smell and live? Grace.
That job that you go to every day and the car you drive in to get there? Grace.
The food in your belly and the pillow beneath your head at night? Grace.
Karma is you getting what’s coming to you. Grace is you getting what you never expected in a million years and never counted on because you knew you didn’t deserve it.
Waking up tomorrow to a new sunrise and new mercies? Grace.