These things define us in the best of times, and the worst of times--if we let them do so. The wonderful story of our lives that will one day be completed by Him who made all that we see is His to scrawl out as He sees fit.
In the process of the etching of black ink into parchment, we are refined more to the person we will be on that fateful day when we see Jesus face-to-face. With every hour and passing breath, that moment approaches when we will be completely made into His image.
Until then, this life I live shall be a result of the grace that has been poured into me when I did not, do not, and will not ever deserve it. My life cannot be summed up in any other way but this.
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