chronicles of grace

Oh, what a day. What a day full of grace.

What wonders of grace that blow me away. As the winds of His spirit rush through me, My arms fly back in freedom: I am His.

And He is mine. His spirit tingles within me, the light of the world radiating through my bones. I am His.

Jesus Christ’s love compels me to move and speak and think and pray and love the Creation that was created through Him, including me. I am His.

God sends grace-filled rivers of redemption to flow through my friendships. He gives me the grace to listen. I surrender to His presence, my mind on His, until Christ’s compassion bleeds through my heart. I am His.

His grace opens ears. His grace lets me hear His heart. With open ears, I hear what the Spirit is saying to the churches.

“Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”


All you need…
is a mustard seed.


By Gina Maria

28-years-old. Greek & Italian. Amy Winehouse's long lost Jesus-loving sister.

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