I have known what it is like to live in the dreggs of depression, and I have known what it is like to live with relief from depression, and I am thankful for God’s grace in the midst of both. He is there in the locked psychiatric ward. He is there when hope seems like a cruel joke. He is there holdiing on to me, speaking through the pschoctic from across the hall, he is there spreking through the paranoid who sneaks me Bible verses before she fears her Bible will be confiscated. Still she reaches out. She risks to give me grace anyway. These broken people, all grace to me when I am broken. And I have learned that the more I learn to count the graces in the small things, the more I will be able to learn to count graces in all things, for all thins are made up of small things.
By: Carolyn Shepherd