It was a rare, unheard of and torrential rain that fell at the end of May. Looking out the window I felt a drop upon my head. Another and another drop followed. Three drops total falling from a light fixture. The gentle man who came to check my roof later said no roof problem found but a serious electrical problem. The electricians were called.

Today, with all electricity powered off, the young men worked. To say they were dumfounded by what they found would be like saying the sun is bright. You have to stare into the face of the sun to truly appreciate the statement. Why the little house had not burned to the ground they did not know. I did not know how such a problem went unnoticed when I had the house inspected.

I sat pondering their statements and the sweet protection of grace. It protected the sweet woman who lived alone for years after her husband died and children moved away. It had protected me these three years. Three drops of water finally told the untold tale. Three drops of grace. Three precious drops of grace.

Two sweet whispers sang to me as the young men worked. The first was how often grace works unseen. A whispered reminder for me to pause during the day in awe of the grace moving about me that I do not see or feel. It simply is. To pause and give thanks for unseen grace. The second whisper equally sweet was the memory of the moment when I stood to watch the torrential rain upon the drought hardened earth. How still my body was. How quiet my mind. Without the stillness, would I have felt the three drops so soft and quiet? So often the prayers for a sign, a star to burst through the night, the revelation of enlightenment to burst upon me. No miracle, no booming voice of enlightenment, no greater explosion of revelation exists that could compete with three small gentle drops of water. Grace unseen. Grace revealed. To receive requires stillness and openness to receive.

As I watched the workmen leave, I gave thanks for efforts and kindness. A final whisper touched my hand placed upon my heart… three small drops little one. May you see your meditation, your offerings of grace to the earth and all life, like those three small drops and not worry that your offerings are not powerful. I sat in gratitude and remembered the flower in the picture and became a drop of grace for Life.