A couple of days ago, I fell in grace.
It wasn’t a gentle fall either–it was rough. I found myself alone, on the floor of my closet, weeping.
It has nothing to do with the fact that I am an emotional woman, but everything to do with humbling myself to the point of falling.
I found myself recapturing my life’s moments–the good and the bad–and felt myself smiling, and also pursing my lips in wonder.
I realized something.
I am not the good one in this. I am not better than nor put on a higher ladder in God’s eye–I am a woman completely undone and helpless without Him.
I sometimes forget the fact that God does not choose favorites–our God does not favor–because He already chose us the day He was nailed to a cross.
We are all in this together, and once that whirlwind of…
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