... we just made it through almost 36 hours of snow. Blizzard with winds of 50+ miles per hour. 18 solid inches of snow. Drifts 4+ feet tall!
But I've decided to get back to the basics of life. The simple things, like grace. Defined as "elegance or beauty of form, manner, motion, or action," or in a more religious sector, "the freely given, unmerited favor and love of God." Hey, I'll take it. In the last several weeks as the events of the previous year have come to a close, I have been encouraged to begin writing down and journaling my life. I probably should sell our story at some point. Never-the-less, our story has been laced and trimmed and FILLED with grace any way you slice it. And that's what makes our story amazing. I'm no one special, but we are incredibly rich for we've been saved by grace from the filth we walked through once before. So, here we go. Thus starts our story of being a ragamuffin and the grace that abounds regardless of the circumstance.
