With grace, my husband picked up his tired body and measured and leveled and drilled.
I remember grace, pick up the measuring tape and tuck it away.
With grace, my husband secured a reminder on the wall for me.
I remember grace and secure my tongue in my mouth.
"What once was hurt
What once was friction
What left a mark
No longer stings
Because Grace makes beauty
Out of ugly things."
A wounded foot becomes a reminder of beautiful grace.
A pierced side proves it.
With grace, God leads.For grace, we follow.