Grace is still a gift no matter how it’s packaged.

I would like to tell you I’m good with tomorrow. But the only thing I’m good about at the moment is that I’m so incredibly weary, tired, wiped that I can’t think anymore. Grace isn’t always pretty, but I’ll take it ugly if I have to. I’m just sayn’.

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