Post Twenty-Five: A Remnant of Grace


a quarter lays dirty, on the floor at my feet. dust, germs, and filth clumped around this quarter of a dollar. I remember: a time I wold have already snatched up -- even were it only a penny. But now, I wear a $50.00 shirt and do not think twice of picking up a quarter.


instead, I remember and I think my God for sustaining, providing and blessing me.

"It is the nature of grace to fill the quiet, empty place"

God's grace fills all.

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