I am standing in the second row, metal folding chairs lined through the cafeteria, the drums right in front of me, the stage up and to the right, worship music being sung.
Coffee in my hand, sometimes cupped by both. I vacillate in and out of the present.
The words leave my lips like whispers. I want to mean them in the deepest parts of me, and some of the lines I do, but others I am not there yet. Lyrics of His grace and forgiveness and closeness ring true and I believe them in this darkness, I need Him in my brokenness; He brings wholeness into all the cracks of me.
There are a lot of cracks.Read More