Listening to Eat, Pray, Love in the car – I love it. One passage resonated. Elizabeth (narrator and memoirist) writes about learning of a family whose mother and three year old son were both diagnosed with cancer in one year. Her reaction: “Oh, wow. That family needs grace.” Her sister’s reaction: “Oh, wow. That family needs casseroles.” And how, ultimately, casseroles are grace.

I thought of that as I picked up Byron and Sarah for swimming yesterday (their mother, my friend, is in the hospital), dropping off a dinner and some cupcakes.

And, right now, I sure could use a little grace. If it takes the form of casseroles, I guess I’m open to it. First choice would be the universe making itself a little bit clearer to me, though a cheese and breadcrumb topping ain’t a bad idea.