I turn the envelope over and over in my hand and I cannot bring myself to toss it away and move on to the cherished contents. I set it aside for later and wipe away tears. Today I come across it again, it's been moved several time over the last week or so. Again, I cannot bring myself to toss it. Standing in the middle of the room, holding this tattered and torn envelope it hits me why I cannot let go. This represents a life, lives actually. Lives that have been through the proverbial wringer this year. Lives that have been tattered by life. Torn. I am not privy to all their suffering, it's not my place. But Oh, how my heart breaks for them. Aches for them. Longs for their release from the insanity that life has heaped upon them, the grief. As I smooth the envelope, taking in its tears and creases, I can't help but ask our Father to likewise, caress their lives with His GRACE. To fill every gap, smooth every crease ...