I do not understand the mystery of grace – only that it meets us where we are and does not leave us where it found us. …
I do not understand the mystery of grace – only that it meets us where we are and does not leave us where it found us. …
“Oh but you must take it off the shelf,” urged the voice behind me in the low, crisp voice I had only ever heard on NPR. “There’s someone waiting to read it.” She wasn’t talking directly to me, but I heard her. I, who was too scared to even open my mouth. Too scared to share my secret ambitions with…