It's all broken. It's all rough and jagged, it's unpleasant and repulsive. It sticks to your skin like sweat, it cloys in your lungs like a cloud of poison. You want to put it far away, and shut it up, and block it out. It's hard, so hard that it cuts. Slicing through comfort and contentment and security. It disturbs and unsettles. You cannot evade its effects.
And that moment you realize it's inside of you, it wrecks you.
But what does He say? "And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth. From his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace." And so He gives, grace upon grace, upon grace upon grace.