I'd always thought that I'd turn to You one fine day only to realise that my share of mercy from You have all been used up. That Your well of grace for me would have surely dried up by now. Depleted to the very last drop.
Finished.

And then I was struck with a desperation so pure it hits me hard, and left me broken.
How deceived by Satan's lies I was.
How blind I could have forgotten that all I have to do, all that I can do, is to turn my eyes upon the one who loved me so much He died loving me on the cross.

And has never stopped loving me since.

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