But God's grace abounds even if the news wasn't good. And therein lies the mystery of wrestling with trials. God is there in the pain. God is there in the joy. God is there as death stares you in the face. God is there as you look into the eyes of new life. He is never absent, and that is what brings the grace. The hands that carry you through both the valleys and peaks. Those hands that I do not deserve, none of us deserve...but they stretched out anyway, on that cross, welcoming our everything, being enough for our every situation. The cross x-ed out whether we deserve His grace or not. It's not our choice or anything of our own account. He made us worthy. And for that I will constantly feel undeserving.
2 Corinthians 12:9-11 (Paul writing)
But he said to me, " my grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weaknesses. " Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.