Sometimes you feel like an idiot when you finally realize the footprints poem is so dead on. That when we think we are most alone, most terrified, that those are indeed the times that the Lord carries us. That sometimes he will blow your mind with joy when you only expect pain. That if only you let go of the idol that you cling to, he will replace it with Himself, and that is Good. Do I believe that? Heck yes, I do.
Grace is the light, or electricity or juice, that takes you from that isolated place, and puts you with others who are as startled, and embarrased and eventually as grateful as you are to be there. --- Anne Lamott
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