Grace in the oddest places.

So I'm watching Castaway. The one where Tom Hanks gets stranded on a island.
There is a scene when he is sharing his inward struggle of survival on the island with his close friend after he's been saved.

" I had power over NOTHING. And
          that's when this feeling came over me--
          like a warm blanket. And I knew, not up
          here--

He means, not in his brain.

                     CHUCK (cont'd)
          --but in some deep part of me--I just
          knew--I had to stay alive. Even if I had
          no reason to hope. Even if my logic told
          me I'd never see any of this again.

"This" being the whole world he knew.

                     CHUCK (cont'd)
          And that's what I did, just kept
          breathing. 

          CHUCK (cont'd)
          That's all I did. Just stayed alive. And
          you know what? The sun came up, and the
          sun went down, and all my logic was
          wrong. Because the tide brought me--a
          sail.
There's a sense of hope here, a hard-won knowledge at the core of
life.

                     CHUCK (cont'd)
          Because tomorrow--the sun is going to
          rise, and who knows what the tide could
          bring?

This is grace to me. Because hope, this ^ doesn't exist without God.
Without the loving God of the universe.

It also called me to remember "these" times in my life. When I was in desperation, and the warm blanket of God's hope giving love enveloped me.