I am nothing. No one. Life drags through the dregs and what’s left is a shell who realizes there is a need for something more. Grace. We were made to worship and I fall at the feet of self often. But I’m made to fall on my face before my God. Am given Grace.
There are many others who have encouraged and challenged me. Sister strangers who have been open and broken, yet filled with grace. I only hope I can imitate those who imitate Christ and encourage one person from behind this glass wall.