Mark, over at CowPi, has a beautifully honest piece about depression and the journey of the day to day. I appreaciated the glimpse into this heart journey.
And I realized that grace and brokeness go hand in hand, if I can choose to be honest in my relationship with Abba.
Grace - I keep thinking about how little I understand grace, how much I want to know it, and how often it is being sung over me every day, and night. How much I love music and yet how deaf I am to many of the delicate notes of grace. At this moment, to be delighted in by One singing over me (Zephaniah 3:17) feels like exquiste grace. A melody of tenderness and love in our place of brokeness is a soothing balm.