Two old friends met for breakfast in a cafe in Tennessee. They both ordered eggs, sausage and biscuits. When they were served, one of the guys, from Chicago, pointed to his plate and asked, "What's that?"
"Grits", the waitress replied.
"But I didn't order grits."
"Sir," she replied, "You don't order grits. Grits just comes."
Kind of like God's grace. It comes with Him, it is His response to our human condition.