Food stamps

When I'm really honest with myself, I know that, at best, there are only a couple of things I really know. And sometimes I forget even those.
I was reading a little bit of "Blue like Jazz" by Don Miller, and he was explaining grace - the grace of god - by telling this story of this lady who was paying for her groceries with food stamps. And how everyone around her was embarrassed for her, and she was all awkward from being watched. Isn't it retarded how we complicate simple things like help with groceries? Miller wrote that he realized there that he was actually the one to be pitied; she could take help, even though it was humiliating.
Grace is simple. Grace is simple.
Engaging in a journey where this is the founding and enabling factor however, I've found, is a lot like falling in love.
Sometimes it's the most simple thing in the world. In places where I can just realize the greatness and sincerity of God, I feel all I need to do is relax to achieve life's greatest meaning. And sometimes, being deliberate with the deepest issues of me, I get disappointed with my shortcomings, shocked at what is natural for me, and surprised at the distance between me and He who has loved me first. Heart-breaking.