I'm getting tired of the buzz word authentic.

If my sinful self is a harrowing storm and the spirit-child God created me to be is the waif with the shawl clutched tightly, leaning into the howling wind and pressing ever forward, it wouldn't be too far off as far as metaphors go.

But what if the we have it all wrong?

Join me over at Laced with Grace today, won't you?