the broken places…
god is near to the broken hearted…
the broken places. yes i remember them. they were not so very long ago and still very fresh in my memory. it’s where my story of beauty began. and it’s where your story can begin too.
it’s out of these broken, dry and vulnerable-raw places that i found beauty. beauty that would spring up despite the circumstances that surrounded me. a beauty that calls to others. a beauty that inspires hope and life and truth and all things good.
this is the beauty that saved me. his beauty. because only he can bring beauty from the ashes. a miracle. healing.
it still baffles my little mind every day. how can something so broken become so beautiful? that is why i can call it a miracle. and that is why i can only give the credit to god. because it was nothing i could have done myself. it has to come from THE source of life.
you all know my story. but i think it’s time now that i invite you to share YOUR STORY. i am developing a new space for all of you to do just this. so start thinking. and i will soon be posting submission guidelines for you if you are interested.