with grace in her heart
I can imagine myself at the base of many hills. The don't really look like hills, from where I stand, they seem like mountains. I have left the long road behind me, everything from my past, I have stripped the baggages from my back. Tears start to form in my eyes as I think of the journey ahead. Forgiveness is so long in coming, I only feel the hurt it left, like a violet you crush and the scent still hasn't come out. As I look up to those hills, my heart races with the knowledge that something great lies beyond them. My load has been made lighter, I just need to keep walking and let grace lead me.
Oh, how much I need your grace.