‘Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me…’
Those words fill my chest with a tightness, because it is hard to look at myself and think that I am a wretch. But I am. Every day I find myself sinning. I find myself hating people. I find myself caring only about myself. I find myself lusting after things I can not have, lusting after gross things, living only to please myself, wanting to hurt other people for hurting me, and I wonder at this grace, this grace that is such a powerful part of the gospel.
The gospel was more than forgiveness to this girl recovering from an ED. It was more than a release from prison. It was light. It was hard. But it was freedom.