Gifts Are Meant To Be Shared.

Grace. How do you explain it? How do you explain something that allows us to wake up every morning? That you're never alone, even when you're lonely. How do you tell someone not to give up, when things seem hopeless? When you're facing the storm there is something that can bring you through it. How do you explain there are always second chances? That your not guilty even after everything you’ve done. How can you experience joy is the celebration in the celebration and the sadness? How do you explain something that makes room for everyone? Grace. It just sounds too good to be true.