Grace

A Northerner, travelling through the South, stopped at a local cafe for breakfast. He ordered his meal and started reading the paper. A while later, the waitress brought his order--two eggs, two slices of toast, grits, and coffee. The Northerner looked at his plate, politely smiled, and said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t order grits.” The waitress replied, “Oh, you don’t order grits--they just come.”

Grits are like grace. You don’t ask for it--it just comes.