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Searching for Grace
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“I don’t know what to tell him.” The music notes return and float suspended in the air. I reach out my hand, but they dance away.
“That’s what you and I are trying to figure out.” Grace starts to hum.
“You know this song?” I ask and she smiles, so wide I can see her dentures shift in her mouth.
“Of course I do, Jonathan. Everyone does. We’re born knowing it, but somewhere along the journey most people forget.” She leans back in the chair and closes her eyes. Starts to hum again. Soft and lilting, the music weaves around me like a blanket.”
― Searching for Grace
“That’s what you and I are trying to figure out.” Grace starts to hum.
“You know this song?” I ask and she smiles, so wide I can see her dentures shift in her mouth.
“Of course I do, Jonathan. Everyone does. We’re born knowing it, but somewhere along the journey most people forget.” She leans back in the chair and closes her eyes. Starts to hum again. Soft and lilting, the music weaves around me like a blanket.”
― Searching for Grace
“Paranoia is when you think everyone is talking about you and they’re not. Hell is when you think everyone is talking about you and they are.”
― Searching for Grace
― Searching for Grace
“The trembling started in my cleats and worked its way through my aching ankle, my tensed calf and thigh muscles, my pounding chest until it finally shook loose the fear that had slowly eaten away the resolve I’d found at Spirit Lake Bible camp.
What would I do if anyone at school found out the truth about me?”
― Searching for Grace
What would I do if anyone at school found out the truth about me?”
― Searching for Grace
“I hear it then, the music I forgot along the journey. It swells until it drowns out the overhead announcements and the sounds of busy travelers rushing along, their luggage wheels squeaking behind them.
Mom rests her hand on my back.
She says nothing, but the warmth of her touch is enough. Just like it is enough to wear this one face I’ve been given.
To believe that God sent His grace to watch over me in my darkest hour. And to know that someday, maybe not today, but someday, I’ll even dance again.”
― Searching for Grace
Mom rests her hand on my back.
She says nothing, but the warmth of her touch is enough. Just like it is enough to wear this one face I’ve been given.
To believe that God sent His grace to watch over me in my darkest hour. And to know that someday, maybe not today, but someday, I’ll even dance again.”
― Searching for Grace
