Brittle hands emptied out, crisp-crackled in the dying places, freeze-dried from the endlessness of to-do lists, the heaped up inadequacies of fertilizing failures, fold in prayer, the cry of a surrender which knows its own hollowness at last. And where empty meets Full, the green can begin, grassroots growth.Filed under: A Wounded Heart, Characterizations, Christianity, Courage, Fragility, […]![]()
