grace

Is there any grace like go and sin no more.

Grace is Grace.

Christians can grow in the grace of Christ, with knowledge of God.

God's grace is our greatest need.

The point is to turn your grief into love. The roses are helping you find grace.

The God I serve is able to save us both. To give us the winning lottery ticket so all our money problems will go away. To mend our broken hearts. To bring us close to those we love. He is able. He is able. He is able.But even if He doesn__, do not bow to bitterness. Do not fall down onto your broken pieces and let them cut you to ribbons. Even if He doesn__ do all that He is able to do, all that we wish He would do, He is good.

The fullness of life's balancing grace will demand the symmetry of recompense for all your loss and pain.

My past life is abundantly full of God__ mercy, and, above all sin, stands the forgiving love of the Crucified.

Forgiveness wasn__ ever easy, but a feat much more manageable when you weren__ the subject of its grace. Maybe I__ always be a broken recipient of grace. And in that musing, I found rest.

The difference between black and white is Grace!" EL

How can a God who said, __ove your enemies_ spend so much time killing His own?

God__ forgiveness doesn__ come cheaply, nor is it a ticket to do what we jolly well please because there__ a get out of jail free card at the end. Instead, it is the life-changing embrace of love that welcomes us when we__e no reason to expect it. We cannot fail deeply enough for God to give us up.

Love is a Dance set on the stage of Forgiveness and Grace.

None of us deserve the good things that come our way. It's by grace, love and forgiveness that any of us experience joy.

God has given you grace. Maybe you should give yourself some too.

When you're lying in bed at night and regrets from the day come to steal your sleep... "I should have" "If only I'd" "I wish I'd"...grab one of them and turn it into an "I will" and sleep peacefully knowing tomorrow will be a better day.

We may not have the power to move mountains, but if we have the power to take someone's hand and named them loved and forgiven we have power enough.

I am still not good enough. I am still not whole enough. I am still not pure enough. I am still weakness and sharp edges and broken, but He is good and pure and whole, all that I strive for but am not. I wake up every morning and I sit in silence and I choose to believe. I may speak. I may not. I let Him wrap up all my broken in to His grace. He takes me imperfect. This is the great mystery I never knew.