Today's thought is:
Grace
Grace is of music . . . and the wind, invisible to my eye.
Grace is of my heart and soul, my guardian, first and last friend, celebrator of my spirit.
Grace is hard to understand when I demand to touch and see.
It is the answer in between the lines.
When I am utterly exhausted, grace keeps me in the game.
We say that we don't deserve grace, or need any special favors.
Why is it so hard for us to accept a gift we didn't "earn"?
That is EXACTLY WHY we are given grace.
Because we believe that we aren't "good" enough.
Grace is my Higher Power's visibly invisible proof of love, protection,
and knowledge that we are loved by God.
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Help for Helpers by Anonymous
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