The experience of Grace, or God at work, comes to me when something good happens, and I have no idea how it came about. It seems to be pure gift. Fro example, I have been trying to get work in the San Francisco Bay Area for the 9 years I have been out here. I have never been asked to speak in the East Bay. I offered. Nothing happened. I had pretty much given up. Then one day, I was asked to speak over there. I have no idea how it came about. My presentation went well. I don't do mass mailings, brochures or calling cards much at all any more. I probably did something to get this invite, but I like that I don't know what I did because then I can experience the event as pure grace, God at work. It keeps me humble too.