I'm never too far from grace.
That when that still small voice speaks, it will not be the last time.
Sometimes, I'd just wish He'd roar.
I know I'm screwing it all up.
I know I should be patient.
I know You have great things planned.
I know I'm a failure, a klutz, a jerk, a back-stabber, a gossiper, a thief, a coveter, a sinner.
Yet, You still love me.
I don't think any amount of theology will ever help me comprehend that.
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