Yes, that is snow! I'm in the swirl of a storm in a glass ball. You know, the kind you shake to stir up small white flicks. This is my work nook--a bay of glass panes on three sides. Pure flakes of joy fall to the left and right. God's grace is like that, too. It coats my sin in pure white. It bathes me in hope. If it were not for the glass of death, I would step right out and be in the storm of grace. But to know grace is there, on all sides, right past the glass, is a huge joy.
The truth of Grace is plain. It is like this post, plain for all to read. Each word has just one syllable-all but that one.
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