Grace is each breath I take. It is the next step I take, the next keystroke, the next thought. Grace is the seconds that pass as I enter this world and move through its courses, making my way to my inevitable end. When God thinks, I exist, and it is grace. My life is fragile, my choices are many. My life feels like a Schrödinger's box: faithful and unfaithful simultaneously until I am observed to be in one state. This is grace, the thoughts of God sustaining and creating. It is the creation of the world, the promises made, the rescue of people through work of God's son. The overlooking of my painful, faithless, self-consuming passions. Grace is the opportunity to fail until I succeed. It is not mercy. It is not forgetting. It is not pretending that I never screwed up. Grace is when I fail to love someone else, and they choose to love me back. Grace is trying to take something from someone, and they choose to give me more. Grace is second, third, fourth, and more chances than I could ever dare dream. Grace is God saving each one of us through sacrifice of Jesus. Grace is when we save each other by repeating the same. Grace.
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