Grace

Last night I stood before my small library and ask God to show me what I needed to read.  What I needed to see.  I've read most of my books at least once and that is true for the one that caught my attention:  David Jeremiah's Captured by Grace. It made me start thinking about what the word grace really means.  I pray for it for myself and others but what pray-tell am I really asking for? 
Right now I'm not sure I have the answer but I am at the place I can state that grace is truly amazing.  Grace is the bridge that takes my weaknesses, sins and short comings and walks me to the abundance of Christ.  It is that force that gives me more than I deserve; the thing that allows me to go beyond my humanism; the thing that covers my limited-ness.  It is partnered with mercy to take the shame of my past and mold it into something beautiful.  Grace is what God applies when I reach out to love and don't get it quite right.  Grace is what God gives me when I reach the end of myself and have absolutely nothing left to offer/give and I turn to Him and fills in the gaps.  It is taking the broken, shattered pieces of me and turning them into a new and transformed piece of art.  It is God stretching down from heaven to count my tears and number the hairs on my head.  Grace is God loving me enough to hurt, ache, and probably cry as He hung His son on a cross and turned His back as Jesus died for my sins...to make me right with a just God.  Grace is what said to me, my child you have run far enough, come home.  Grace is what allows that sinful journey and transform it into something that is relevant to someone with a completely different journey.  Grace is being able to smile on the saddest of days and it is a real smile, not the fake ones.  It is the force that carries you on when your heart is breaking. Grace is the love of the cross chasing me, hunting me, leaving the 99 to pursue me.
I'm not sure I've summed it up well nor am I sure it really matters. As with most parts of life, it isn't so much the destination, but the journey to get there.  It isn't really even about me at all.  I'm just the moon trying to reflect the Son...