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I cannot believe this week just happened. Do you ever go through something in your life and once it is over, stop and think about it and stand in amazement at the fact that it actually happened? How do we handle some things? How is it, that we can survive without stress eating us alive... How can we manage to wake up, day after day, after being beaten down... day after day. I really do not have an answer. Sometimes I feel like Jesus sits on the side of my bed and puts his arm around me and says "Sweetheart, this is going to be hard. You have no idea what today holds, but I do... and I'm glad I'm here for you." I know that Christ is always there. He is my strength and my song. Without him, I would be eaten alive by the life that I am unable to live on my own. I am so far from righteous. I am so far from what I've been called to be. I just... can't begin to tell you. I wish that I really was what people see me as, but unfortunately I'm terribly impatient, and terribly depressing, and terribly heartless. It's days like this when I have an out-of-body experience and realize what my flesh looks like.
I'm thankful for these days, it puts the mirror in front of my face and reminds me why I need grace.

"Grace, Grace... God's Grace...
Grace that is greater than all our sin..."

This is sooooo plain, and bland, and shallow... and normal...
but I would be an awful person without Christ. And so would you.