I'll begin this short post by saying that I'm not totally sure how to define grace technically. We use it for so many gorgeous & useful reasons, both religiously and non-religiously. But, in terms of the atonement—perhaps after a period of astonishing pain or wanderingness—grace sometimes feels like finding yourself in a very lovely room with extremely comfortable chairs. There are also wood floors (and wonderful light from south facing windows). You can walk around in this room barefoot because the floors are always warm. You may find yourself asking a hundred times, do I really feel so comfortable and lovely here? and the answer is, Yes. None of the chairs go away. And, neither does the relief. You never have to leave.
You didn't know that the easiness of the yoke would be forgiveness.
The burden so bright.