I'm becoming more and more myself with time.
I guess that's what grace is.
The refinement of your soul through time.
Lately, I've been living life a day at a time. I finish at task. I do the next thing. Progress happens in small increments--analog, not digital.
Some of the work is visible--yard and garden (tending this year's plants, harvesting the crops, getting ready for next season). Some is not--inner work. Yet, all of it is connected, I am sure.
We harvested potatoes, tomatillos, strawberries, and peas. The front yard now wears layers of cardboard and wood chips to get ready for blueberries next season. Cannas moved from one bed to two others because they blocked the water to the rest of the yard. Rabbit poo covers all the beds, restoring nitrogen to deficient soil. Banana got a haircut.
Inside? I'm not sure where the analogy fits. I just know that work is happening--harvesting, transplanting, replenishing, pruning. Some day, perhaps I will see the fruits of those labors. Perhaps you will, too.