When the burdens grow heavy, the hours grow long, and the night festers into angry blackness, you give more grace. “More grace” what a blessed thought, Our Father! More from your great reservoir whose supply is never diminished. The more we receive, the more there is. The more we understand, the more there is to be understood. Always the ocean of your grace abounds and sends waves of Divine love to the dry, parched sands of the soul. To know that when hope grows dim and the heart becomes weak, you give more grace; to have assurance that when crises mount and when dark clouds spread their gloom that you will give more grace; to live daily under your showers of blessings and to be confident that when death’s door opens for us that you will give more grace is knowledge too wonderful for us!
We glory in Jesus who made it all possible.
Amen.