


“Momma, don’t be mad at him, he doesn’t know any better.” The words rang in my head like…
His ‘grace unveiled’ each morning shatters my theology. Morning’s GRACE Brightly shines Into the dark Of my heart…
You are light and grace Shining in my blackest night You are light and grace You are hope…
You are in the woods and you stumble across a tin box sticking up out of the ground….