I'm never one, distinct color but a dichotomy of dark and bright. The hues follow me, reflecting my mood, displaying every tone and shade I feel. I can breathe in red and exhale blue, or swim in green and dry as a rainbow. It all depends on how I choose to react to every shadow and light beam headed my way.
Linda KageTags: grace
A soul that becomes the place where divine grace is harbored and encouraged joins the class of the immortals and lives on into eternal greatness.
Garey GordonGrace saved my life; it can revolutionize yours.
Jay BakkerHe let his guitar swing behind him and cupped my face with his hand. "I love you, Grace Taylor." It barely came out above a whisper from his lips but it echoed throught the microphone. And then he kissed me. In front of everyone, he kissed me. A slow, deep kiss that sent heat from my lips to every other surface of my skin, and completely an utterly set me on fire.
Christine ZolendzGod has certainly not called us to throw our brains out the window as an appropriate response to His Grace".
R. Alan Woods [2012]
Tags: grace grace-of-god r-alan-woods
Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope.
AberjhaniTags: inspirational soul death faith grace hope light hell determination angels survival depression wings healing bridges desperation world-suicide-prevention-day angels-and-demons survival-of-the-human-soul compassion-heals-lives post-traumatic-stress
Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.
AberjhaniTags: inspirational strength empowerment freedom soul faith heart grace joy christmas song-lyrics healing recovery rebirth inspiring resurrection easter positive-motivation healing-the-past famous-quotes starting-over spring-awakening world-suicide-prevention-day springtime songs-from-the-black-skylark zped-music-player famous-poets joy-of-the-spirit light-of-the-spirit mythopoeic-fiction mythopoeic-literature mythopoeic-novels mythopoeic-writers song-lyrics-from-poets
Grace is the permanent climate of divine kindness; the perennial infusion of springtime into the winter of bleakness.
John O'DonohueWith my guitar, I could write my own stories, my own poems, and my own destiny. No one could take away the feelings, the emotions or the truth of my notes. They could hide secrets and provoke images of words that never should be whispered. I could compose the melody of my aching heart and write into it my own happily ever after since no one seemed to think after all my suffering I deserved one. That's okay, I would make my own.
Christine ZolendzGot plans for the rest of the day?"
I looked back at him and my heart just stopped. Then it just started again thudding erratically. What the hell does that mean? I feel like I'm having a heart attack.
"No plans," I whispered. Test drive your mattress? Let me pretend to be a Skittle and you can taste my rainbow? Fifty Shades me? Please! Oh, holy horror, I'm freaking losing it.
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