I cling desperate to the throne of grace.
Grace. It is the aroma of love and acceptance when you feel outcast.
It is despite our feelings.
It is everything we do not deserve and it cannot be earned.
It simply is.
It is reflective of a parents love and yet so much more.
It does not fail and loves regardless.
Grace breathes healing where there is brokenness.
It takes what is worthless and makes it worthy.
It finds beauty in ugliness.
Grace it is a free gift.
It has to be accepted.
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