I was given a book to read, which someone picked up from the op shop.

Sometimes I think the greatest gifts are those, you think are not for you, but turn out to be a wondrous surprise.

You see when I was told I had a mass, I was gifted peace. I had a knowing who was for me and I feared nothing. This wave that moves across the room and envelopes you.

Then in the epilogue of this book I read, this is the miracle of grace and grit, coming to say with joyous conviction, “Nothing can harm me, Nothing at all, I am loved by God!” from the book by Sue Monk Kidd.

I realised reading it that her walk or awakening was a lot like mine. Everything makes your aware of the father, every little thing is significant, in a way I cannot explain.

But if you get given something, push yourself, his gifts are in everything, whether it cost only 50 cents.

Grit is to hang on, to not back down, but hold your ground.