She didn’t have to consider it. The stairs rolled beneath her, and as she fell, it wasn’t her arms that caught her, that pulled herself up. It was her knees.
“Wow,” Helen commented. “Nice.”
Shelley blushed. “It goes in the family,” she mumbled.
a gift from God. not humanly attainable. beautiful. peaceful. like a feather dancing in the wind. something that is not of this world. a privilege to serve You, my God of GRACE.
Grace is an element of beauty. Nothing more nothing less. Grace can be attributed to a persons looks or a persons charisma. Unfortuntly for many, it is the latter that is often the case.
Amazing, isn’t it. I always wonder what that “grace” thing is about. “She carreied herself with grace” they say. Oh so that’s how you do it! I just wonder where I can buy a grace. I can’t wait to try it myself.
grace is something i dont think we have enough of, especially at church where it should be the most prevalent. its much easier to judge someone and put yourself above them than to show them grace and be understanding, even though that is what you would expect from them in return. we all want to recieve grace, but we have a really hard time giving it. why is that? what did any of us do to deserve grace? the whole point is that you don’t deserve it, if you did it wouldn’t be grace at all.
fallen from and then she said hello, angel wings flutter daylight breezes like her hair falling softly. amazing. the bible pages stick to her fingers that are hot with humidity and mississippi heat. she believes what they say. the pew is empty, and she sits alone. graceful. and quiet. she is the believer.
Flowing across the room in her elaborate garb, the Magistrix Supremor of the Ogdonian fleet was a vision in purple and gold. “Pomposity is everywhere in the galaxy”, Dakker thought to himself.
gace is a word that makes me think of dace spicifically ballet it also makes me think of a swan or any other water birt if you watch a bird on a calm lake so calm that it looks like glass, lets say its dawn the sun is barley up you watch the bird pirtched for a while then with what seems to be not much effort glides down to the water and lands with out making any kind of splash at all and barley even ripples the water. much like a ballerina she jumps up and spins in the air almost looking as if out of control but when she lands you cant hear a thing and her body stays still and gracefully glides into the next move.
Full of grace,
why can’t I be?
It’s like every time I find it…I screw it up again
I want to be, GOD I want to be
in your grace.
But if the Religious right is the right
I will be in hell with my partner
The woman in whose arms I find grace
Grace reminds me of a little girl’s name. I think there is a small girl with Down’s Syndrome in town and I remember her vividly from the Dreamcatcher’s and the Extreme Home Makeover last summer. She seems like such a sweet little girl and always seems to be smiling. Which reminds me of my little man.
I raised my hand to the sky, droplets pulsating on my palm like a customized shower head from Shaper Image. Slowly, I brought my hand down through my hair to cup the back of my neck, and feel for the remaining scar tissue. Soon, it would all be gone.
Grace is the funniest thing, contemplation of want to’s and have nots. Grace is eternal beauty not designed for beginners but the divine. Grace is the absolute of the given and wanted by all, not to be achieved but within your etheral space.
Um Grace, little two year old neice with spunk and smiles. She’s growning so fast and loves her puppies and any other animals that’ll let her moal them up with loves :)
She looked at me like only she can. Her smile, so trusting that my heart ached. Can I love here so unconditionally that she deserved. Just to hug her gave me something I never got before. Peace.
She looked at me like only she can. Her smile, so trusting that my heart ached. Can I love here so unconditionally that she deserved. Just to hug her gave me something I never got before. Peace.
By the grace of God she lived. She wouldn’t have believed it after the beating he’d given her, but she was alive and she was free. She’d waited until he slept and then she’d taken a bat to his head. He hadn’t lived, that was sure, because what was left was pulp when she was finished. She didn’t enjoy the act, but she was free and that was all that counted for now. NO more beatings. No more verbal abuse. No more emotional abuse. Free. She hated him and he was gone. Never again would he hurt another soul – human or animal – for his own sick pleasure. Now she would have to run, but that was okay, because the only people chasing her were those who thought his death was a crime, and when they learned the truth, she’d be free again. Even if she went to prison, she’d still be free, because never again would she have to endure the humiliation and shame he brought to her life. Freedom is relative, my friends. Indeed it is.
amazing grace has a lot to do with the bible. actually a lot of ballerinas need to have grace and balance or they’ll fall. Nobody wants to see a graceful ballerina fall..ok so maybe everybody does, but that’s besides the point.
is the way a dancer moves or the way a truly nice person can treat anyone around them no matter who they are. it is forgivness and truth. it is benevolance and good humour
Twenty fifteen was a bad year for the graces. Men staggered through streets half drunk with expectation of a better thing next century. Women felt their hard fought rights eroding and all they had left at the end of the night was a grace that males might envy.
grace is a word usually connected with a woman of distinction and good breeding – we here this in connection with Jacki O. Also, grace is what is said before dinner – giving grace to god. Grace is a state of quiet reverence. Grace never is loud or uncouth. Grace is a woman’s name. Grace as in Graceland is a contradiction in terms. Alias Grace was a very good book, I’d say its author Margaret Atwood has Grace. Ballet is grace in the verbal sense. It’s grace on two legs – reverent to the music to which the dancer’s dance. Reverence, and manners are gracious. Grace is what more of us should have – as it is respect for others. It is giving and not receiving it is beauty without shouting about it. Grace is all that beauty in art and music gives us, it gives us the momentary lull in our lives to contemplate the good, not the bad. Grace is a stage of being.
My family is not known for our physical grace. We stumble, trip, sprain ankles and get bruised so commonly we hardly notice anymore. But oh, the grace these women have under pressure, the beauty they have been able to put out into the world.
Grace is an ineplicable state of blissfull ignorance of total truth either or can satisfy my youger sister has a friend named graces whos bedroom always seems to be messy writers block damn,
something I’m not sure to have, looking for, searching, but i’m not sure if really it’s what’s supposed to be the result. grace is religious, spiritual, and those are caracteristics i don’t follow that much.
Soft as a silken sunbeam
Revealing a pond, which was never there–
A goldfish looks through the surface
For the first time in her brief life
Her eyes beam something upward
The heavens remain open
Her gills, like brushes
Paint happiness in dancing
Flurries and gentle strokes
Fills the aquatic drift
Toward love toward another…
She swims without a care
Instincts forgetting fear
She
grace, beautiful virtue of the most perfect creatures in the whole universe, women, they move so softly and tenderly, their hips going from one side to the other sensuosly.
ethereal creatures with unique heart.
Grace…. I dont really know much about that word… it’s something good. Grace is something you need to be graceful… umm… I sound lame… but I know grace is important in some way shape or form… yea… 60 seconds…
is what we receive from God. It is unconditional and undeserved. We never deserve but always receive it. We can never pay for it because not even our lives are worth what Grace offers. Grace is God’s eternal love.
She didn’t have to consider it. The stairs rolled beneath her, and as she fell, it wasn’t her arms that caught her, that pulled herself up. It was her knees.
“Wow,” Helen commented. “Nice.”
Shelley blushed. “It goes in the family,” she mumbled.
a gift from God. not humanly attainable. beautiful. peaceful. like a feather dancing in the wind. something that is not of this world. a privilege to serve You, my God of GRACE.
Grace is an element of beauty. Nothing more nothing less. Grace can be attributed to a persons looks or a persons charisma. Unfortuntly for many, it is the latter that is often the case.
Amazing, isn’t it. I always wonder what that “grace” thing is about. “She carreied herself with grace” they say. Oh so that’s how you do it! I just wonder where I can buy a grace. I can’t wait to try it myself.
is on my head…for so long..but not know how to get over it..and make it different
grace is something i dont think we have enough of, especially at church where it should be the most prevalent. its much easier to judge someone and put yourself above them than to show them grace and be understanding, even though that is what you would expect from them in return. we all want to recieve grace, but we have a really hard time giving it. why is that? what did any of us do to deserve grace? the whole point is that you don’t deserve it, if you did it wouldn’t be grace at all.
fallen from and then she said hello, angel wings flutter daylight breezes like her hair falling softly. amazing. the bible pages stick to her fingers that are hot with humidity and mississippi heat. she believes what they say. the pew is empty, and she sits alone. graceful. and quiet. she is the believer.
Flowing across the room in her elaborate garb, the Magistrix Supremor of the Ogdonian fleet was a vision in purple and gold. “Pomposity is everywhere in the galaxy”, Dakker thought to himself.
it is the free gift of God to mankind
i never want to be alone
I want to follow my dream
gace is a word that makes me think of dace spicifically ballet it also makes me think of a swan or any other water birt if you watch a bird on a calm lake so calm that it looks like glass, lets say its dawn the sun is barley up you watch the bird pirtched for a while then with what seems to be not much effort glides down to the water and lands with out making any kind of splash at all and barley even ripples the water. much like a ballerina she jumps up and spins in the air almost looking as if out of control but when she lands you cant hear a thing and her body stays still and gracefully glides into the next move.
Full of grace,
why can’t I be?
It’s like every time I find it…I screw it up again
I want to be, GOD I want to be
in your grace.
But if the Religious right is the right
I will be in hell with my partner
The woman in whose arms I find grace
Grace reminds me of a little girl’s name. I think there is a small girl with Down’s Syndrome in town and I remember her vividly from the Dreamcatcher’s and the Extreme Home Makeover last summer. She seems like such a sweet little girl and always seems to be smiling. Which reminds me of my little man.
I raised my hand to the sky, droplets pulsating on my palm like a customized shower head from Shaper Image. Slowly, I brought my hand down through my hair to cup the back of my neck, and feel for the remaining scar tissue. Soon, it would all be gone.
Grace is the funniest thing, contemplation of want to’s and have nots. Grace is eternal beauty not designed for beginners but the divine. Grace is the absolute of the given and wanted by all, not to be achieved but within your etheral space.
grace is love that is so pure that it leads to sacrifice. Like Christ upon the cross to redeem us.
By the grace of God and the power in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.
:)
Um Grace, little two year old neice with spunk and smiles. She’s growning so fast and loves her puppies and any other animals that’ll let her moal them up with loves :)
She looked at me like only she can. Her smile, so trusting that my heart ached. Can I love here so unconditionally that she deserved. Just to hug her gave me something I never got before. Peace.
She looked at me like only she can. Her smile, so trusting that my heart ached. Can I love here so unconditionally that she deserved. Just to hug her gave me something I never got before. Peace.
By the grace of God she lived. She wouldn’t have believed it after the beating he’d given her, but she was alive and she was free. She’d waited until he slept and then she’d taken a bat to his head. He hadn’t lived, that was sure, because what was left was pulp when she was finished. She didn’t enjoy the act, but she was free and that was all that counted for now. NO more beatings. No more verbal abuse. No more emotional abuse. Free. She hated him and he was gone. Never again would he hurt another soul – human or animal – for his own sick pleasure. Now she would have to run, but that was okay, because the only people chasing her were those who thought his death was a crime, and when they learned the truth, she’d be free again. Even if she went to prison, she’d still be free, because never again would she have to endure the humiliation and shame he brought to her life. Freedom is relative, my friends. Indeed it is.
amazing grace has a lot to do with the bible. actually a lot of ballerinas need to have grace and balance or they’ll fall. Nobody wants to see a graceful ballerina fall..ok so maybe everybody does, but that’s besides the point.
beautiful, majestic, women, grapes, purple
is the way a dancer moves or the way a truly nice person can treat anyone around them no matter who they are. it is forgivness and truth. it is benevolance and good humour
hello my nickname is salaschick i’m 41 years old
WE ARE SAVED BY GRACE. IT IS THE GIFT OF GOD. NOT OF WORKS LEST ANY SHOULD BOAST.
saving one. all. light encompassing. blues and yellows. sweet and silken. falling all around and floating up as well.
Twenty fifteen was a bad year for the graces. Men staggered through streets half drunk with expectation of a better thing next century. Women felt their hard fought rights eroding and all they had left at the end of the night was a grace that males might envy.
grace is a word usually connected with a woman of distinction and good breeding – we here this in connection with Jacki O. Also, grace is what is said before dinner – giving grace to god. Grace is a state of quiet reverence. Grace never is loud or uncouth. Grace is a woman’s name. Grace as in Graceland is a contradiction in terms. Alias Grace was a very good book, I’d say its author Margaret Atwood has Grace. Ballet is grace in the verbal sense. It’s grace on two legs – reverent to the music to which the dancer’s dance. Reverence, and manners are gracious. Grace is what more of us should have – as it is respect for others. It is giving and not receiving it is beauty without shouting about it. Grace is all that beauty in art and music gives us, it gives us the momentary lull in our lives to contemplate the good, not the bad. Grace is a stage of being.
The grace that comes in society is often followed by some sorry, empty, meaningless words. No one is really graceful, just fake.
My family is not known for our physical grace. We stumble, trip, sprain ankles and get bruised so commonly we hardly notice anymore. But oh, the grace these women have under pressure, the beauty they have been able to put out into the world.
Grace is an ineplicable state of blissfull ignorance of total truth either or can satisfy my youger sister has a friend named graces whos bedroom always seems to be messy writers block damn,
This is an asset many people covet but few people actually possess. This is a quality that society tries to mimic.
something I’m not sure to have, looking for, searching, but i’m not sure if really it’s what’s supposed to be the result. grace is religious, spiritual, and those are caracteristics i don’t follow that much.
Soft as a silken sunbeam
Revealing a pond, which was never there–
A goldfish looks through the surface
For the first time in her brief life
Her eyes beam something upward
The heavens remain open
Her gills, like brushes
Paint happiness in dancing
Flurries and gentle strokes
Fills the aquatic drift
Toward love toward another…
She swims without a care
Instincts forgetting fear
She
grace, beautiful virtue of the most perfect creatures in the whole universe, women, they move so softly and tenderly, their hips going from one side to the other sensuosly.
ethereal creatures with unique heart.
Grace…. I dont really know much about that word… it’s something good. Grace is something you need to be graceful… umm… I sound lame… but I know grace is important in some way shape or form… yea… 60 seconds…
is good is all you have when you are put in a situation you cannot control, have good, kelly, dancing, laughing, auntie,
is what we receive from God. It is unconditional and undeserved. We never deserve but always receive it. We can never pay for it because not even our lives are worth what Grace offers. Grace is God’s eternal love.
she danced around the room, her dress flowing about her in waves of silken blue. all was quiet as she spun and stepped.