I find people tend to be drawn to grace, grace, grace OR truth, truth, truth. Neither extreme requires much discipline, does it? Instead both foster autopilot living. But real life happens … in the messy middle, with both. The Messy Middle is where the pains, joys, boredoms, frustrations, interests, relationships, and God reside. It’s not as easy or clean or simple or safe as life on the perimeter, but there’s no place I’d rather be. Join me?