Grace has shadowed the whole of my life.
Grace sheltered me in my early years and chased me into the latter. Grace has been my most constant companion, a dearest friend. In times of failure, grace has held my hand, and in times of goodness, grace stood near. Grace has been a garland on my head, a covering for my brokenness.
And it is in this grace, I carry on.
Freely given, but difficult to give, and too easy to withhold. Anger comes more easily, perpetuating cycles of offense and shame. Grace is life-giving though, a sacrificial offering, a garland for someone’s head, a covering for their brokenness.
May we freely accept and fiercely bestow the cherished gift of grace.
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