Where we are

I do not at all understand the mystery of grace – only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us. I can be received gladly or grudgingly, in big gulps or in tiny tastes, like a deer at the salt

Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies, Some Thoughts on Faith

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