“In life as in dance: Grace glides on blistered feet” Alice Abrams
Some days all we got is grace. Pure, simple grace. Grace that goes the extra mile. Grace that whispers don't give up, just hold on, tomorrow is another day.
Grace is something outside of myself. It's a gift that holds me up when I can't anymore. Grace refuses to let me sink. Grateful for....
-Those moments of grace which trump my feeble efforts and keeps me in the game running strong.
-People who are vessels of grace....their kindness, gentleness, compassion a steady reminder I'm never alone and things will work out okay.
-Grace is a gift...not only being on the receiving side but also being able to give it back to someone in need. Grace is gift of giving and receiving.
-Mostly, His grace that is a constant, something tangible that holds us up when we got nothing. I have felt His grace upteen gazillion times and am incredibly grateful for that.
Happy Thursday, Guys.