Finishing the evening listening to the election results play out while catching up on some work.

Here’s the thing:

I want to write something about grace. Of how badly I want it. Of how it has continuously alluded me.

I’m not sure of the words to use. I’m certain this is redundant.

As trite as it sounds I really do believe that I only fail when I give up. I haven’t given up on grace.

This is a good thing.

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