Even here, you are alive.
Even here, you are alive. Even in the wild of things you have done more than just survive. You grew. You grew a year older. You exhaled more breaths than you thought your body could bear. You have felt yourself drowning but somehow, you came up for air. All by grace: glorious unmerited favor and you didn’t have to do a single thing to deserve it. It’s for you. And even in you can’t make sense of why you feel this way, from yesterday alone, you are not the same. And it’s okay if things take time. If it takes time to be okay. It’s a journey you’re on. A journey marked with is grace. — MHN