I kept asking God for help, and after a while I realized something — that Josh was not enjoying this either. He was just trying to take care of himself, and I made the radical decision to let him off the hook.

I do not at all understand the mystery of grace-only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.

How are we going to get through this craziness?’ I asked. There was silence for a moment.
‘Left foot, right foot, left foot, breathe,’ he said.

It is as if the right words, the true words, are already inside them, and they just want to help them get out.

You have to keep taking the next necessary stitch, and the next one, and the next. Without stitches, you just have rags. And we are not rags.

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