grace -- it's such a simple word, isn't it? you walk into any church or christian setting, and the word gets tossed around like a hot potato. grace this, grace that. amazing grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. your grace has captured me, set me free, etc etc etc. i mean, of course, the concept of grace is what the entire christian faith is based upon, but it's impossible to fully understand it.

over the past few years in college, i've realized that i'm nowhere close to perfect. i continue to make the same mistakes and screw up in the same old ways, and from time to time i find it difficult to do anything at all spiritual -- pray, worship, anything. it's not that i feel angry with God or blame Him for anything, but it's just the fact that i don't feel worthy to come before Him. it's at times like these when it's impossible for me to even forgive myself that i begin to comprehend how awesome His grace really is.

how could a perfect and holy God even bring himself to love something like me? not only that, but to find a way to use me for His glory?

His grace is so unbelievably illogical, yet so beautiful at the same time.

Majesty, Majesty, Your grace has found me just as I am
empty-handed, but alive in Your hands