My heart breaks when in the presence of someone in pain … yet, there is nothing more beautiful to me than one that is completely broken … one who lies in shambles at the end of their rope.
A heart –
and begging for a single drop of grace.
A soul –
right there, in a life so broken, that is the place where the heart of God Most High begins a new beat that leaves our human minds speechless. That’s the place that takes us, as both the receiver of His grace and as an observer, to a God-transformation beyond our ability to understand. We begin to behold awesome right there.
That’s the beginning point of grace so mighty.
A certain point of grace.
A grace mighty enough to carry.
That’s a point where my God, your God, has already worked out the details. This is where you feel your arms slide around the neck of God Most High, and allow yourself to be carried through.
“From now on I’m taking the yoke from your neck and splitting it up for kindling. I’m cutting you free from the ropes of your bondage.” (Nahum 1:12, 13 MSG)