But what I couldn’t explain was the feeling I had, like I’d just took the first deep breath of my life. Like it was the first time I ever filled my lungs clear up to the shoulders. Like I was breathing in air through my skin, my hair, my fingernails, my eyelids. Like I myself was made out of breath, like I was breath itself. But now, instead of feeling empty, I felt light. Light was shining on me and in me, it was filling me and lifting me. I felt like I didn’t deserve nothing, but, somehow, I had everthing. Out loud I said, “Is this what grace is?”
