One thing.

I woke up at three this morning. Something about a clock that wasn't right and even though there was a sun that wasn't up, I felt awake. So awake. But really, I shouldn't have been.
An officer pulled me over this morning on the way to school. My tail-light was out. I didn't know that till he told me. As he wrote me the ticket, I thought three things.

One.
I shouldn't have woken up so early.

Two.
I wasn't doing anything wrong.

Three.
Our justice is so very unjust.

I cringed at the last one. Why did I even think that? I whispered under my breath. Do I consider myself so poetic and fair that I can decide what is just and what is not? I listened to him patiently and pushed my judgements aside and thanked God for the rules we made for this world after that.
Then he said, but.

All I have to do is bring a piece of paper and the receipt for a tiny red light bulb to the police department within the next three weeks, and I won't owe anything. Not the $360 he wrote down on that yellow slip. Nothing.
It's kind of like a lesson in grace.

There's some beauty in that, I told myself. And sometimes, sometimes our justice is so very just.

Just not in the ways we think. 

It's only one thing. One more thing to add to my list of things to do.