The gift of the Presence is always present.  And the rest is hilarious laughter as I recognize my distracted forgetfulness.  Like standing in the middle of a treasure room with my hands over my eyes screaming, “I can’t see!  I’m scared!  It’s the end of the world!  I’m terrified to move!  Where am I?!?”

Here and now I take off my blinders and open my eyes to glory and grace.