"I swear it takes seven years to clean that up," Wren agrees, nodding. "Once, when I was six, one of the girls in my class had a birthday party and invited everyone but me. My mother heard about it and chose to teach me what grace was. We went out shopping and bought the one gift the girl wanted and we brought it home to wrap. Mom had me keep the last panel open on the wrap and carefully dumped one container of very fine glitter in it. Then we completed the wrap and the gift bag had glitter poured into the folds of the tissue paper."

She took a sip of her drink. "Ten years later, when I was in high school, that girl still complained how her mother wouldn't let her play with her favorite toy that day and the house was deep cleaned for weeks. I told Mom and she just smiled. She said, 'See, little bird, grace is accepting what's handed to you, even if it's negative and not your fault. Courage is teaching others that what they do to you is wrong and there will always be consequences."