For the prodigal son, grace wins.
For the woman at the well, grace wins.
For the blind man and the beggar, grace wins.
For always and forever, grace wins.
For the lost out on the street, grace wins.
For the worst part of you and me, grace wins.
For the thief on the cross, grace wins.
For a world that it lost.

There’s a war between guilt and grace and they’re fighting for a sacred space, but I’m living proof grace wins every time.

You are, too.