Friday, January 04, 2013

Grace

I fail. A lot.

I wake up every morning determined to not fail and by the time I leave the house, I've failed at that.

I'm a failure.

And I wouldn't trade it for the world. In my failure I find grace. In my own loss, I find hope. I couldn't do what I do if I wasn't a failure.

I meet people who are dying. They have come to the end and it's very real. They, by their words, are failures. The first thing I try and tell them...I'm a failure too.

Then we decide to chase death together and find the hand of God at the end. It's beautiful actually.

I love grace.
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