I almost typed the words: FALL FROM GRACE...

[nabulod ti ladawan a naaramat]

Falling From...

I caught my fingers on the keys yesterday.
I almost typed the words:
"FALL FROM GRACE"

I was trying to describe my own history and I had no other language to use to describe it. Like when a toddler uses "big" to describe everything from elephants to trucks to bowls of spaghetti. "Big" is the only good word he knows to use in that situation.

Fall from grace. I didn't know how else to put it, but something irritated me about that term.
We actually don't fall from grace, do we?
As if grace is a place we live in and then when we do something terrible we fall out of it. We hang, feet dangling, above the nothingness of life.

In reality we are all broken people... So every day, when we fail again, and again, and another time, we FALL BACK INTO the pillow of grace. We fall down into the wild, unexpected arms of His forgiveness, not OUT of it.
That is where we belong... in the arms of grace.