• Grace is of music . . . and the wind, invisible to my eye.
  • Grace is of my heart and soul, my guardian, first and last friend, celebrator of my spirit.
  • Grace is hard to understand when I demand to touch and see.  It is the answer in between the lines.
  • When I am utterly exhausted, grace keeps me in the game.
  • We say that we don’t deserve grace, or need any special favors.  Why is it so hard for us to accept a gift we didn’t “earn”?  That is EXACTLY WHY we are given grace.  Because we believe that we aren’t “good” enough.
  • Grace is my Higher Power’s visibly invisible proof of love, protection, and knowledge that we are loved by God.
from Help for Helpers by Anonymous, © 1989