Faith and Grace

I think about dad a lot.

I don’t see him as often as I should.

 

There is nothing to explain really.

It’s just the way things are.

 

Yes I know.

I should, I must, I have to.

 

My point is about something else.

I think about Faith and Grace a lot.

 

I do what I can to keep the faith.

I believe that with grace, nothing could ever be lost.

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Stephen Evans on Sunday, 20 August 2017 18:01

I find finding balance an ongoing struggle. This is a helpful perspective.

I find finding balance an ongoing struggle. This is a helpful perspective.
Rosy Cole on Tuesday, 29 August 2017 16:53

Anne Lamott sums it up well:

"I do not at all understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are and does not leave us where it found us."

Anne Lamott sums it up well: [i]"I do not at all understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are and does not leave us where it found us."[/i]
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Ken Hartke Sofia's Bakery
20 May 2018
Thanks, Rosy, -- glad you liked it.
Ken Hartke I Promise
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I am so looking forward to your return -- I love your writing and wish you well. From my youth I've...
Stephen Evans I Promise
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Rosy Cole Sofia's Bakery
20 May 2018
I just love this, Ken. As appealing to the senses as a painting. Thanks :-)

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