Portfolio of grace.

I love truth. I hate confrontation. It scares me. I hate being misunderstood.  I do not like the concept that my words could be taken the wrong way. But I love compassion..... Grace......
I have a portfolio. It comes from my heart. Of places I've been on both sides of the picture. It is strange. It is like this; when you lack forgiveness you get to see what the person sees on the other side. When you judge you will be brought down so that you know. Or maybe it's just me. But I know. I am not a hypocrite. I speak from experience. I have lost a child, lost a man, lost a friend, lost myself. I have found a hope, saw answered prayers, and felt the hand of grace. I have experienced even more than I would share, except for with a few who need to hear it. I expect that every choice will be drawn out and completed, but that there always is a turn. That place where, in a pause, you can make a choice either way. And this for good or harm. A choice to run with destruction or freedom. A place where the things you don't clearly see, you can all of a sudden see. Then it's your free will.  You get to decipher if you will continue or step back. Or if you will run. Or if you will lay there and die. Or if you will choose to be built back up. It's your choice. It's my choice. We all wait. But eventually, we have to take a step.....