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Wednesday, December 28, 2011

GYC... Wednesday

I sit down on the hotel bed... and one word comes to mind - grace.

Yes - grace.

That is what it is called when registration is held up for over an hour, when the Internet is down and the printer isn't working...
That is what inspires tired, waiting registrees to sing...
It is grace that must triumph when you walk long distances to try and find the loading dock for the exhibit hall...
When you are trying to sort hundreds of name badges out and get them to the right people in a mass of faces...
When we run out of badges to print and we can't contact the delivery man...
When the key doesn't work for your hotel room and you are supposed to be changed and back stage in a few minutes...

Grace is what has carried many soldiers today through a war zone of stress, intensity, and the unleashing of the enemy intent on not letting hungry, crying souls be filled...

It was grace the found thousands of young people silently praying.

For this is our earnest plea - fill me.

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