But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair.
In all my insecurities and pridefully mistaken notions of awesomeness–I constantly vacillate between the two extremes–my one lasting hope is that I’m never going to get what I deserve. And I’m trusting in what’s already been done to do something new and good and perfect now in me, despite the mess I’ve made.
And how did I end up in this mess, anyway?
All I was trying to do was save my own skin. But so were You–so were You.