Your grace is sooo amazing it always makes up for my flaws and my failures--at times, it even covers up my mistakes, and, to my shame, cleans after my mess. Your grace is sooo great it always overpowers my doubts--yes, it negates my misgivings. Who am I that you think of me this way? What have I done that you care for me so dearly? Where I fall short, there you always are to complete. Where I am rendered deficient, there you always are to compensate.

Thank. You. So. Much.

...oh, I just can't thank you enough!

From this day on, I want to spend more of my time and my effort focusing on your impregnable, unending perfection, and less getting anxious over my sheer, seemingly unending imperfection. There's just no use crying over spilled milk anymore--I don't even like milk.