Grace

Okay, for anyone that reads this regularly, I'm sorry for not posting lately. I just wanted to relate a really cool story. So last Friday night, a whole bunch of us here at NCSU decide that we want to go to IHOP for dinner. We get in our cars, head over there, get seated, order, and prepare to eat. In walks a man with his little girl. Apparently one of the girls eating with us taught this little girl how to swim, so she goes over to say hello. By this point, our food has come, and 11 hungry college students are chowing down on everything from hasbrowns to coutry fried steak. We're finishing up when the waiter walks over and asks, "Which one of you knew that gentlemen and his little girl?" So we all point to our friend, thinking they had left something behind and the waiter wanted to make sure they got it back. The waiter looks at my friend, smiles, and says, "He just paid for this whole table's food."

We're floored.

On the way back to campus, another friend of mine speaks up while we're talking about what just happened. We can't believe what just happened and we all wish there was something we could do to repay him.

"That's exactly what [God's] grace is like," my friend says.

And it's so true. Free, unexpected, and there's nothing we can do to repay it. The only thing we can do is accept it and let it change us.