Grace is given. Grace is abused. Grace is given.

I can wear many hats. Most don’t fit me. But I couldn’t tell you which ones.

Sometimes it’s a hard reset. A 24 hour fast. Others, is a gradual change. What was once bright is strangely dim. I can see better when the lights are low.

In for the attack. But why? What provoked you in the first place?

Build on the foundation. Tear down and build again. Reacquainted with the foundation.