You know the proverbial story, where the man comes home and kicks the cat (who has done nothing wrong, just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time). Well yesterday, Mike was my cat. He had done nothing wrong, but yet I "kicked" him verbally because I had been kicked at work. He did what I did not, he showed me grace. He knew I had a bad day, and that I was sick and he did not reprimand me (as he should have). He said maybe I would feel better if I drank some hot tea and went to bed. In other words, he met my needs and did not react to my actions. That is grace in action and for that I am blessed.