On a business trip to India some time in the early 80s, my parents were with a small group of fellow travelers who got to meet Mother Teresa. This is how my mother tells the story:
"She came in the room and spoke with a radiant face about how wonderful God is. As she turned to leave, she stopped, looked at me, walked over to me, took my hands in hers and said, 'I'm praying for your children.'"
Of course, it's a good bet that a forty-something woman with a wedding band probably has children. But to me the story felt like a special grace. A very personal grace.