I sit at your feet pouring my heart out. I’ve given up. Again. I’m starting over. Again.
Grace is listening to me cry and hurt and moan.
Grace is lifting my eyes to see You again.
Grace is taking my hand in Your’s and taking the first step with me. Again.
Grace is loving me the same today as You did yesterday. Good days, and bad.
Grace is gently whispering the way to go. Left. Right. Forward.
And not rolling your eyes when I ask, “Are You sure?” Again.
Grace is not an excuse for or permission to offend. Or hurt. Or belittle.
On the contrary.
Grace is the freedom to allow others to experience Your grace just as freely as I do.
Grace is You.