Real and alive. And held.
From December 15, 2020
“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in”
The older I get, the more I stand in genuine wonder at the beauty in the old and worn.
Today I’ve mourned my own old and worn places. Just have sat with God and cried. And he reminds me of how he is, of his ways: that old + worn, with him, = tender + real + alive. And held.