Grace.

When I made up my mind and my heart along with that, to live not for myself--you forgot somebody said...do you know what you are getting yourself into? I'm getting into you, because you got to me, in a way words can't describe. I'm getting into you, because I've got to be...

Grace. Gods riches at Christ's expense.

I'm giving up on doing this alone now, Cause I've failed and I'm ready to be shown how. He's told me the way and I'm trying to get there and this life sentence that I'm serving--I admit that I'm every bit deserving.
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair.

I have so many questions to which I find answers that I don't nearly understand. I think part of the beauty of life is the mystery, our inability to know everything, and of the things we know, our inability to understand it all.

I can't justify really the things going on in this world, and even more so, in my own life. I find it hard to come to grips with the failing health of ones we love, and although I know we are not meant to understand the ways in which God works, I still search for answers.

"All this is for your benefit, so that the grace that is reaching more and more people may cause thanksgiving to overflow to the glory of God. Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." ~2 Corinthians 4:15-18~