I have to constantly remember that the way of grace is different than the way of the world; it is different than my way.
Quietly, I am willing to shoulder the burdens of my failure and retreat until I've fixed them.
Persistently, grace gathers me unto himself, telling me we'll fix it together, we'll fix it together.
Against all instrinct, fulfilling all hope.
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I love this.
I wrote it for you and for me.
and I love that grace is Him.
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