Sometimes I’m awed by the grace I’m given. Other times, I’m embarrassed to need it, or even too proud to admit that. Always I am humbled by it, and grateful for it. Though I can stretch it thin, I know it’s remarkable and unbreakable.
Today, I long to remember the awe and gratitude I have for grace, as well as the embarrassment and humility. And though I am inclined to ration it in order to have enough, I must trust and distribute grace freely to though I hold dear.