As I write this, I’m sitting on a dock along the Intracoastal Waterway in Palm Coast. It’s a beautiful, sunny morning. The breeze is cool, water birds glide quietly by, and everything feels peaceful and calm. I have three healthy kids, a beautiful wife, and a job I love at Westminster Christian School, a place committed to honoring Jesus. I live in what I truly believe is the best city in the best state in the country. My needs are met, and many of my desires have been fulfilled.

This—all of this—is God’s grace.

Just two days ago, as we were driving home from school, I was recounting a very different scene from our lives to my boys. Before we adopted Micah, we had adopted another baby. He had been with us for six days when his birth mother changed her mind about going through with the adoption and took him back. When the adoption agency came to pick him up, my son Jeremiah, who was three and a half at the time, walked into the room and asked, “Can I hold him one last time?”

That was one of the most gut-wrenching moments I’ve experienced as a father—grappling with my own grief while trying to be strong for my child. And yet, that too was God’s grace.

There’s something sacred about suffering shared. It creates an unbreakable bond. God led us through that valley, and our life, our faith, and our family are richer because of it.

Have you taken the time to reflect on your life—the joys and the sorrows—and recognized how God’s grace has been present in every step? Are you truly grateful for His grace, even in the hard places?

Because the grace that carries us through peace and plenty... is the same grace that sustains us through heartbreak and loss. And that grace never runs out.