Sunday Morning

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Light falls across the mountains, soothing my memories, my dreams, reminding me that hope is always embracing my thoughts. With grace, He erased all the darkness, the night sinking beneath the brilliance of another Sunday morning whose wonder colors my life in hues of insight, inspiration, imagination. His love is like music to my soul, lifting me up, gentling every flavor of doubt. There is nothing in this world that can cloud the fact that He is alive, vibrant and silencing every anxiety. He is the beauty in my faith, the promise in my hope, the miracle in the love that whispers joy through my soul. He is the light. He is the kindness. He is the life that gives me a reason to delight in all the music He sings through my heart. His spirit is like the rhythm of a verse, a vision, a vibrancy thrilling every part of me with faith that rises from the ashes of doubt. This Sunday morning feeling blesses even the shadows with compassion that comes from knowing the One who makes a way through the pain, brings laughter from the rain, gives even though He has nothing to gain. He is my Savior and Liberator, the reason that when I think of grace it has nothing to do with anything I’ve done and everything to do with the fact that He made a way out of the dark. He promised. He gave. He reassured. He loved. His grace will, one day, take me home. Grace gives, completely Love like this is powerful ~ Stronger than our tears