This road is hard.  We, the people,  meant for Grace for all time.  Thrown through the ravages of sin and justified and sanctified by the blood.  We, the people, destined for all that is holy, yet muck through the waters until He returns.  The step of some days harder than others.  Weeping and flailing as if there were no anchor.  The whole time being held.  We, the people.  Each so different.  Each so needy.  Each so loved.  The sun beats down.  The warmth fills the cold spaces.  It is a choice to breathe in ... View Post