...that is always the question. I've been out of the habit, that's for sure.
But I'm still here, still kicking. Looking forward to about a month from now, when things will calm down a bit. And then a little more so a month after that.
Seasons are so needed in life. We need a little sunshine, we need a little rain, a little warmth, a little cold. When we taste something bitter, the sweetness we taste later is all the more sweet. And though no one wants pain, how could we know how good life is if we didn't have that faint memory of hurt for comparison?
I think this is why grace is the greatest, most glorious thing in the world. Because we, all of us, know what it means to be undeserving of any good thing. We know true worth or value when we see it, and we realize how far off we often are from its mark. But when grace is imparted, a little of the goodness of the one who gave it is imparted onto us as well, and all of a sudden redemption springs up inside. The worth we had somewhere buried is made worthy again. It turns the pain into soothing comfort, radiant beams of warmth and light.
How much grace have you imparted today?
But I'm still here, still kicking. Looking forward to about a month from now, when things will calm down a bit. And then a little more so a month after that.
Seasons are so needed in life. We need a little sunshine, we need a little rain, a little warmth, a little cold. When we taste something bitter, the sweetness we taste later is all the more sweet. And though no one wants pain, how could we know how good life is if we didn't have that faint memory of hurt for comparison?
I think this is why grace is the greatest, most glorious thing in the world. Because we, all of us, know what it means to be undeserving of any good thing. We know true worth or value when we see it, and we realize how far off we often are from its mark. But when grace is imparted, a little of the goodness of the one who gave it is imparted onto us as well, and all of a sudden redemption springs up inside. The worth we had somewhere buried is made worthy again. It turns the pain into soothing comfort, radiant beams of warmth and light.
How much grace have you imparted today?
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