The Power of Grace

Even though we were alone, she whispered into my ear as if she were sharing a secret with a classmate and said: “The thing you put in my mailbox did not impress me. Take it home and throw it in your wood-burning stove.” With that said, she slipped it into my pocket, stood and motioned me to go. In her normal voice, she sent greetings along for my parents.
I have never forgotten this incident. Although I was thoroughly ashamed of my actions, I had just experienced the incredibly encouraging power of grace.
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