Writing about the story of how His grace reached me took me more than a month; and you already know it wasn’t because of my meticulous writing skills. It took me all this long because I did not want to sound like a woman sharing from the pulpit in one of those “Testimonies Nights.” I remember well how it goes, the hand-claps are “offered to God,” but at the end, the glory goes to men. So I re-wrote this piece many, many times. It is His story, not mine. I did not choose it. He wrote it before I even existed. And I am so grateful for that!
Under His sun and by His grace,