Grace sometimes looks like the ability to get out of bed and go be with others when all I want to do is hide under the covers.
At other times, grace leads me into a deserted soulful place to be alone so I can get to know myself, when I would rather be with my friends.
And finally, grace is knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am loved in solitude and in community.
Grace, the anchor of being; the paradox of entrusting life into the hands of the broken; the jewel of those who breathe.
Life is a gift. I'm slowly learning to believe it; I'm slowly learning to breathe.
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