Only letting God peel off one layer at a time will constitute real change. Only letting God send those who can comfort and guide, No amount of digging, scratching, or pushing can remove them. Some of us build cocoons from the inside out,Īnd the only way to shed them is to let go. Little by little, the darkness begins to fade into light. The power of surrender surges through her.
Her wings embedded in her sides – CHAINED. The Butterfly awakens inside the cocoon – TRAPPED. For those who don’t follow Jesus, a desire for grace speaks to a hope that, if God exists, He’s kind, merciful and compassionate. Wings of Willingness by Carol Ann Conner (1995) Grace is the promise that you stand forgiven before God if you know Jesus personally. Life/God is always offering me the opportunity to evolve, saying “Can you hear me NOW?” Creation, both personal and universal, is and always has been about evolution. I shared it before but for me it is the definition of the gift and the power of “grace.” “Grace” permeates every situation but I have to be willing to claim it. I share a poem that I wrote in 1995 when I was literally at the bottom of the barrel and all hope seemed gone. For me Life is trustworthy and grace abounds. Thankfully, experience has taught me that is not the case. I was raised in a religious dogma that taught me that grace had to be earned.
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