“Amazing grace, how sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now I’m found. Was blind, but now I see so clearly. Hallelujah, grace like rain falls down on me. Hallelujah, all my stains are washed away.” ~ Todd Agnew, ‘Grace Like Rain’ The years we collect seem to directly correlate with the scars that we carry, the wounds of regrets from our less wiser and more vulnerable years. There’s a scar that I’ve carried inside of me for the last 18 years, it haunts me in my dreams and begs for my …
