Well, I hate to sound as if grace is a boring thing. No, its not, despite the number of plain women who go by the name of Grace Blah-blah-blah. If it weren't for grace, I doubt I would be where i am today.
I've been seeing this minister at a local non-mainstream church on several issues which I've been struggling at. I relate to him my entire history and I was surprised that I did not suffer from emotional incontinence. It would be rather embarrassing.
Da-dada-dada. With so many memories leaving distinct imprints on my pysche, he said he was surprised I did not sell my soul to some vices. I don't know. But I guess he would meant that I could have had a double life wherein I could have given my life away at the pathways.
Grace. It means getting what I do not deserve.
Mercy. It means not getting what I deserve.
Grace. It meant that I am given that privilege to be God's elect.
Mercy. It meant that I was spared from a tighter grasp of my family history.
I don't really know why I am typing this post. Guess there are important things I have to remind myself at this point of time. Grace is a big word.
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