She spoke words echoing my heart.  It is in the clicking and the quiet that I come to Him and know His Presence.  She keeps visual reminders of grace so that when the chaos builds all she need do is look around and glimpse those reminders.  A spiritual reset.  That is what she called it.  A spiritual reset. In the midst of the broken and ugly, choosing to see that which is gift.  Returning to grace because sometimes chaos deafens and blinds causing need to refocus.  Remembering devotion becomes the devotional.  Living in a fallen world in need of that…