Grace is high and low.
When it started to feel like December, I got stranded on the side of the road. As if I could forget those years. Is it my heart or is it him? Working around me, through me, in me. Is there anybody out there who can understand? I'm getting farther from home, but closer to him.
Grace is sufficiency. And I'm done searching, I was lost and he found me. And I apologize, but you have to understand.
I'll never be the same.
- Michael Stephen
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