There but fore the Grace
I often start with an excerpt. There is so much room in my life for gentle feeling.
A recognition that others' misfortune could be one's own, if it weren't for the blessing of the Divine, or for one's luck.
Humankind's fate is in God's hands.
More generally, our fate is not entirely in our own hands.
My faith is not allegedly, neither is my pain. I was born of a gentle discipline, I am simply satisfied. I could forget you. And have no qualms asking any other spirit in God's world to lend a hand in my journey. To carry my armor another mile. Yes. The whole armor of God as he wakes us all to another day of beautiful life and all its experience.