Grace is such a mystery …
that precious gift of something we cannot earn and don’t deserve.
Given freely by a perfect and holy God …
free but not cheap.
A high price was paid for the grace I’ve been given …
the highest possible price.
Sometimes, though, people don’t understand grace.
THEY think it’s about actions and behaviors.
THEY think it can be earned … and lost.
THEY forget their own need.
But me … well, I have my story and only I can tell it.
My story is about the hurt THEY caused …
but really it’s not.
My story isn’t about what THEY said.
My story isn’t about what I did.
My story really isn’t even about me.
It’s HIS story …
and because HE loves and gives grace …
I am a part of that beautiful story of GRACE.
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