Friday, January 10, 2020

Spit and Grace Polish at The Fountain


A trustworthy statement
I had made of myself a scandalous scoundrel of the lowest kind, not worth spit.  In one of the greatest acts of grace ever conceived or freely given God, on November 10, 1986, saved me from myself and gave me a new life of adventurous, thankful, gratitude with and for Him.  I can to this day fill the strings of my awful self, pulling at me, making me “prone to wander.”  However God’s kindness through Christ overcomes and “daily I’m constrained to be” ever reminded of that Loving Grace, and every morning that darkened heart is once again renewed to Him—“Oh to grace how great a debtor” i am.   



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