One of my Facebook friends linked this morning to a post Anne Lamott wrote the other day on the 29th anniversary of her recovery from alcohol abuse. The honesty of the piece was compelling, and it is worth reading in its entirety, but the line that stuck with me was: “Grace bats last. That spiritual WD-40, those water wings, that second wind – it bats last.”
Grace bats last.
When you feel like you are at the bottom of the barrel with no way out, remember: Grace bats last.
When the pain is so bad you’ll take anyway out of it, remember: Grace bats last.
When you can’t tell up from down or left from right, remember: Grace bats last.
When you despair that the world is incomprehensible, warped or on the road to perdition, remember: Grace bats last.
There are many ways to express God’s fidelity, Jesus’ promise of the Kingdom, and the indwelling of the Holy Spirit. But for a short phrase to remember in times of difficulty, this is a darn good one.
Grace bats last.
Creo en Dios! 
I snagged on that same wonderful quote from Anne Lamott myself. Plan to use it in a sermon this Sunday. Thanks, as always, for sharing.