One of the simplest meanings of grace I’ve heard over the years is this: the act of receiving what you don’t deserve. And in the case of salvation, it is a gift from God we simply do not deserve.

After about 12 hours of non-stop bombing, the panic attacks wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t catch a breath, I couldn’t stop the shaking of my hands, I couldn’t bring my heart rate down. The words of my husband, “you are safe, we are safe” did nothing to...