Failing was my entrance into a holy Lent.
This end-of-year sprint is familiar territory for all of us. And still, every year it rolls around and surprises us.
My daughter would start with the memorized prayer, then go “off script” and talk to God. She learned to pray.
When we give thanks to God for our blessings, we recognize their true source.
It didn’t exist a year ago. But today, it is a real ministry just beginning to bear fruit.
It is by God’s hand, not our own doing, that we are all continually fed.
I don’t ever want my children to think for one second that love and grace have to be earned.