Some days all we have is the stark clarity of being: that there is difficulty, that we fail a lot since not trying is a failure and trying we fail, that there is trouble and grief and pain, that in our quest to be good and good enough we will falter and be neither. Mysterious Grace be with us in that clarity of being, in all the harshness that be and the simplicity of still learning and often being not enough. Some days all we have is the plain wonderment of being: that there is joy, that we can be both good and good enough, that we succeed because we tried and risked and learned, that there is love and laughter and many reasons for gratitude. Mysterious Grace dance with us in that wonderment of being, in all the fund that is and the simplicity of humble gladness. Some days we have both the stark pain and the wonderment of being, asking us to be more than is easy, to do more than is possible, to love more than we dreamed, and that we can be glad and grateful and awake and present in this life. Mysterious Grace, may we take what is in each day and do everything with it we can, for love, for mercy, for joy, for justice, for goodness' sake. Amen.