I'm writing this letter to you from my basement office where the tiniest bit of light comes inside from a little window up above. I'm learning over and over again that this is what grace is. That smallest of glimmers that says, "I see you there in all the rubble of your best intentions. I see you in the fallout of your big-hearted failures. I see it all and I have nothing but Love for the scared small parts of you."
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