The grace of God is a curious thing. We don’t understand it, but we know we need it. We can’t comprehend it, but we want more of it. I don’t know how to adequately explain something I can neither understand or comprehend. I just know I’d be dead without it. The grace of God overwhelms me every day. Who am I that God should take notice of me?
I know who I am; I know what I’ve done. I know my thoughts and what I am capable of doing. There is no way I deserve the grace of God. Yet He gives it freely to me. He loves me despite who I am. Who does that?