Lost and Found

I'm always lost. It's by grace I'm continually found.

what matter of love is this that You would say, “your sin is mine; I’ll take it to the grave”? death, oh death, where is your sting today? death is swallowed up in victory

Stuck.

The sin of unbelief is often rooted in the misconception that you are what you do.

Be calm, 
my drifting and unsteady heart.

Whoosh

New chapter begins.
So much happening at once.

scared, intimidated, thankful, hopeful, amazed

Yup, I’m ready. 

Dear God,

May I not use Your grace as an excuse to continue on sinning, but as every reason to stop.