My tone was sassy and my deliberate lack of respect eloquent. He was in the house in a flash and all over me, spanking me all the way out to the garden. I weeded until the moonlight was shining on the pansies. That same night he took me out to a surprise dinner. I enjoyed grace.
Grace is absolutely and totally free.
You'll never be asked to pay it back. You couldn't if you tried. Most of us have trouble with that, because we work for everything we get. But grace comes to us free and clear, no strings attached. Mercy is not getting what we do deserve.