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Wednesday, May 11, 2005

[[Come to Grace]]

Grace.

A kiss when I deserve a slap.

A debt released.

My wife letting me “off the hook.”

Letting my wife “off the hook.”

A cool rain on a scorching July afternoon.

A warm ray peeking through the dim painted sky.

When I have roughed my knees after stumbling in the gravel, someone who roughs their knees while bending down to look me deep in the eyes.

Someone in the next lane waving me over when I have ignored the “Merge Left” sign for half a mile.

Someone refusing the urge to tell me, “I told you so.”

People refusing to quietly gloat when they did tell me so.

Refusing to dismiss the good in me because of the bad.

A feast when I’m famished.

Hope. Life. God.

The cross.

Inviting us to come.

Grace.

—Winn Collier-

``~Run to God’s grace~``

*_`yOu LighT Up My Liife``_*[2:28 PM]

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