Sometimes grace arrives in your pocket.

I was in a meeting yesterday afternoon when my phone began to vibrate in my pocket.  (If you're laughing now, go to the back of the room.)  

I took my phone out to shut off the vibration.  And there, on the screen, was a text with just four short words:

"clean bill of health"

The message was from a good friend of mine who had cancer surgery last week.  All of a sudden, the day changed.  Life was good and sweet again, for the nonce.  (A word seldom overused.)  

We often ask why bad things hppen to good people.  Yesterday, I was left with wondering why good things happen to good people.