All Is Grace

Everything in my life is a blessing. I deserve nothing, and I have been given everything...the entirety of the cosmos on a bottle on my desk. There is no good thing in me, and yet goodness floods my life like a wondrous light. My very existence is my salvation. I should be dead, yet I live. I deserve hell yet heaven has been promised me. Of course all I have is not all the result of God's activity. There is luck, and the activity of other people. Yet I would have nothing, nothingness, bare nothingness, if not for the Grace of God.