Do you know what grace means?

The boys in my family spent last summer working construction at a local house being built by Habitat for Humanity. It was very exciting for them to see a house go up from the groundbreaking. Because the work included hauling bricks and shoveling dirt for back-fill, I encouraged them always to wear gloves to protect their hands.

One day after I'd picked up the younger one from the job site, he was very quiet and in pain. I asked him if I could help, but all he said was, "Mom, I didn't wear gloves." I looked at his hands; his palms were covered with open blisters.

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