His Grace
Struggling day by day with a heavy darkness searching for grace to erase my past.
Every mistake is a painful wedge between me and a relationship with God.
I walk with my head down cast ashamed of myself, emotions, and my shame.
A hand reaches for mine. I look up and see Jesus.
“Sister, or brother-in-law he said, isn’t my grace sufficient enough? Isn’t my death on the cross enough for you, you believe in me do my grace has saved you not because you deserve it. “.
As Jesus did remind me...I remembered how much he did. through his grace I am sufficient enough for Gods love.
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