We think the sacred is in what is set-apart, preserved, and kept spotless. But the holy is in the broken. What’s shattered is the sacred. Whatever bones inside of us have been fractured, whatever aches when we walk or groans when we sit still too long. The discomfort is our Horeb, our meeting place with God.
fragile heart
fragile heart
fragile heart
We think the sacred is in what is set-apart, preserved, and kept spotless. But the holy is in the broken. What’s shattered is the sacred. Whatever bones inside of us have been fractured, whatever aches when we walk or groans when we sit still too long. The discomfort is our Horeb, our meeting place with God.