Thanks for sharing. It brought to my mind the image something cracked under its own weight, not shattered, just strained. The fractures speak of pressure, of heaviness carried too long. Through those cracks, things begin to seep out: grief, fear, disappointment… things that had no place to go before. And yet, those same fractures become the channels through which light enters. It’s almost paradoxical: the very places that expose our weakness are the same places grace finds us.
I love this imagery, Lesther. It is amazing how much hope is bound up in paradoxes. My family and I have a tradition of cracking clay jars, writing our brokenness on the pieces, gluing them back together, and lighting a candle within them. Suddenly all the fractures become the vessels of light streaming out of the clay. Our hearts are much the same and it is lovely.
Thank you, dearly, Jessica! I must admit, the words come to me slowly. Most often the thoughts have to stir in my soul for quite a while before I can weave them together the way I want to. 🤎
Thank you for sharing this, Rue. All your writing reads like poetry. Thought-provoking and beautiful!
Considering I write from the perspective of a “pilgriming poet,” that is a dear compliment to me. Thank you, Joseph!
No words, Rue, except How great is our God. And, ever onward. 🤍
Amen, dear heart.
Thanks for sharing. It brought to my mind the image something cracked under its own weight, not shattered, just strained. The fractures speak of pressure, of heaviness carried too long. Through those cracks, things begin to seep out: grief, fear, disappointment… things that had no place to go before. And yet, those same fractures become the channels through which light enters. It’s almost paradoxical: the very places that expose our weakness are the same places grace finds us.
I love this imagery, Lesther. It is amazing how much hope is bound up in paradoxes. My family and I have a tradition of cracking clay jars, writing our brokenness on the pieces, gluing them back together, and lighting a candle within them. Suddenly all the fractures become the vessels of light streaming out of the clay. Our hearts are much the same and it is lovely.
This is so beautiful, Rue 🥹 You truly have a way with words! 💕
Thank you, dearly, Jessica! I must admit, the words come to me slowly. Most often the thoughts have to stir in my soul for quite a while before I can weave them together the way I want to. 🤎