my hunger is insatiable, the root of it is traceable, all the way back to the lie that i, cannot have grace. i know it's a lie, i've KNOWN it's a lie, yet somehow, i've been serving up it's soup, hoping that one day, it'll come back around to me, set me free, free from the bonds of trying. i'm TRYING TO BE AN INVISIBLE SINNER. love brings my sin to light, but in defensive flurry my eyes get blurry, and i start shooting a 12 gauge. I KNOW I'M GUILTY BUT I MAKE LIGHT OF IT B/C I DON'T KNOW GRACE. i can't feel grace, i can't see grace, so there must be no grace, right? wrong. right? my desire for grace is strong, but until the iron grip of the lie of a graceless life is removed, my pain will be plenty. God, help me. I've been working overtime on earning my grace, trying to set up my future glory. a good deed here, right heart there, investing in my salvation as if i believe in pu...
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