Wednesday, January 28, 2015


One day, you will wake up to the shrieking demand of your heart’s need for grace. 

Unmerited, unconditional, always present favor.

It will startle you. 

Then, it will shock you when you become aware that the grace you need will not come from people, not even from the ones who have pledged to love you. It cannot, for Grace is a Person. 

Grace hovers, like a mist above glassy waters. Like a cloud of silk that cannot be grasped. Unattainable. 

Grace delivers Himself, with a smile and palms outstretched. Both of His palms, soft and tangible and pierced.

He is free. Christ, my Lord, in me.


  1. Pure poetry! How true :-) so nice to read your words again.

  2. Oh, thank you very much, Jade! Nice to read yours, too. :)