Quotes About Grace

you need to accept exactly where you are in relationship to your Higher Power and drop the idea that you have to be perfect before you can let God in. The irony is that God is sitting on the doorstep waiting while you think you have to clean house. In reality, He doesn't care if your house is dirty; He wants to help you clean things up. He's calling through the door, "If you let me in, I'll help you vacuum, honey!" He wants to uplift your life.

Like you do," I say. "You help people, Chris, and I love that about you. You're helping Mark even though he doesn't deserve it from you." "I've found that in life, the times we need help are often the times we deserve it the least." "Sometimes people like Rebecca deserve it and they never have it.

My breath caught in wonder and surprise and I remembered that during the darkest of hours, God is.

Gus, its never too late for redemption. The scars never run too deep, so deep that God is not there." "I should know this. I minister to scarred people everyday. It just feels impossible when the scars are your own, or are those of the person you wronged so fully" "It feels different when its you" "Why is it the good you do seems like a drop in the bucket but the evil spreads for miles & miles

But the true miracle of the resurrection wasn't so much the raising. Is something like that too hard for the God who made the universe? The true miracle is in the forgiving. And though we are bruised and burned, blind and broken, we are forgiven.

Great Drew, you're sitting here about to beg Daisy's forgiveness & you wont even give your own father the time of day. Mother Teresa once said, "You only love Christ as much as the person you love the least." Sometimes I can't stand that woman.

You may be desperate, but never let anyone see you as anything less than a cultivated woman.

To understand everything is to forgive.

guess all that sinuous grace and exotic beauty can

We all belong to Him, from the cradle to the grave, whether we know it or not. And He'll see justice done in His own time and in His own way. Now if we trust in Him, that's all we have to think about. I'm not saying it's easy. I'm just saying it's what I think we're go do.

Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer He makes our sorrowing spirit sing.

I believe it is always possible to draw closer to our Lord, whether it be during times of suffering or during times of celebration. It is all life, and all of life comes from God. (Tomas)

Two measly kisses: they uncovered that I was incapable of earning my way religiously, that I couldn't achieve or even want goodness, that my heart at its core was sinister and dark and confused. They opened up a chance for me to fail myself and to fail God big, and thus they put me face-to-face with the gospel of grace--a grace that up till then I had never known or experienced.

I was "adopted" by my heavenly Father when I was 10 years old. From the day I took His hand as Lord and Savior 28 years ago, He has held on to me for dear life and I can't imagine a dearer life than the one I've lived as His child.

Prayers are answered in ways we don't choose. The river of grace bubbles up in unexpected places.

The most important skill in life is to learn the acceptance of that which you have not planned for yourself.

There is so much good. So much grace. So much pouring into the river. A quiet water, this river of grace. Its work done in ways that do not seek attention. Yet it is there. Always there. A

Maybe grace was all around me, bubbling through, passing under my feet, and I'd never seen it because I'd never tried to see.

What we cannot change, we must endure without bitterness.

I never thought to ask her name, Father, but you know the little mulberry girl as you know each sparrow of the field. You are the white berry that removes the stain.

A life can be blessed without your ever deserving it. You can be loved by people just because they choose to love you.

Forgiveness given is forgiveness gained.

The water of grace. A sponge to thirsty lips. A trickle and then a flood. Hope.

I am transported to the time before the War between the States, a time that is bred into our awareness as Southerners, yet most often lauded as a day of grace and grandeur. Mr. Bass Carter causes me to wonder . . . how different is that history when seen from the fields and the lowly slave cabins?