Walking by Grace
November 5, 2025
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I wanted to hurry, to rush, and to go, But God gently whispered, “Take it slow.” I tapped on my watch and frowned at the
I wanted to hurry, to rush, and to go, But God gently whispered, “Take it slow.” I tapped on my watch and frowned at the
God made you to shine, so don’t dim your glow. Don’t bury the spark that’s designed to show. The world needs to see that God’s
When I feel lost, and the road isn’t clear, And all that I see is confusion and fear, God whispers, “Come closer. I’ll show you
You say, “I’m not clever. I don’t have the knack. My brain’s like a freight train on a one-way track.” But God made you special.
As far as the sunrise from sunset will go, That’s how far our sins have been tossed, don’t you know? They’re gone and forgotten, not
I once knew a writer who frowned at the page, Who grumbled, groaned, and let loose all her rage. She sighed at the keyboard and
They planted with tears in the cold, muddy ground, While sorrow and sighing were all that they found. With hands that were heavy and eyes
When shadows grow longer and skies start to roar, God gathers his children and guards them once more. Like chicks in a nest when the
I wanted to write, but the timing felt wrong. So I stared at the page for much too long. “I’ll wait till I’m ready,” I
A hallway in life has doors left and right. Some are like the sun, others dark as night. You peek and ponder, pause and pray.
I said I would do it. I meant it. Really. I did get started, but then I got sleepy. My will started strong—until something went
I sat at my desk with a grin on my face, Determined to write at a champion’s pace. “I’ll finish my book,” I said with