I pull my hair back to wash my face in the morning. Messy bun on top of my head, if my hair is cooperating; hair falling in my face, now soaking wet, if it’s not. Looking up in the mirror I see just me – sleepy eyed, pre-coffee Krysti. As I turn my head to grab the towel, something new peaks out from behind my ear.
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Upon grace already given.
When I first heard those words, they were as foreign sounding to me as Chichewa. I remember thinking the speaker had misspoke – it sounded like a grammatical error to me, the words literally didn’t compute in my head. Grace upon grace? Grace already given? It was the first time I realized that ‘grace’ was just a church term to me; a word I didn’t fully understand and had never fully experienced. Ironically the pastor of Flood Malawi spoke those words – but in sunny San Diego. I had no idea how the community of both those places were going to shape that word for me and give it new meaning. Read More