Faith, Glimpses

The Weight Of His Grace // Glimpses Link Up

This has been home to me for over 20 years. I’ve served with all of my heart for many years; now I just attend, sporadically, when I’m able to get out of bed and get moving. Sometimes depression and anxiety keep me home. Sometimes I just don’t feel like going. Sometimes I don’t want to go and just sit on the sidelines, watching things play out that I once felt so sure I was to be a part of. I know it’s been a few years now, but the truth of the matter is I am still broken, still hurting. I wonder if anyone really sees the depth of my pain.

When the human heart is

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Waiting With Broken Wings

But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint. (Isaiah 40:31)

I’ve had this verse memorized since the day I met Him.  I was lost, alone, afraid, broken and abused.  I didn’t know or understand the depth of His love for me just yet, but I chose to believe the promises in this scripture.


Lately I feel a little like a butterfly with broken wings, rather than an eagle soaring high above the earth.  Unable to fly, I sit, perched among

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Wrestling In My Brokenness

I’ve been processing what’s in my heart lately.  It can be very painful when you face the reality of what lies hidden deep within.  This post has been mulling around in my head for some time.  I’ve been afraid to let it out, afraid to appear weak, afraid of how I might be seen. But this space is where I share the reality of who I am — the good, the challenges, what God is doing in my heart.  And so I share, because I can’t hold it in any longer.  And I trust that He would use my words, as weak as they may seem, for His glory.

Pick me.

Since I was a little girl, I’ve

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Beauty in the Broken

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“There is beauty in the broken.”

I‘ve seen this phrase floating around the blogsphere this week.  God is once again opening my eyes to beauty.  But it’s not the beauty that I can see.  It’s the beauty that has yet to be revealed — at least to the eye of the beholder.  It doesn’t always look whole.  It’s broken, bruised and often messy.  But if I look deep into the cracks and crevices, into the places that lay waiting to be filled by their Maker, there beauty will be found.

I am reminded today of such beauty.  My heart has been heavy for

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