Most mountaintops are thin places for me. If you asked me what God smells like, I would tell you He smells of pungent pine and crisp, snow-chilled mountain air. His power is in the wild wind, His whisper in the flowers-in-miniature that grow, impossible, on top of the world.
I have known thin places on horseback, in basketball games, in babies’ first smiles and at rock concerts—God comes close to play and breathe and cheer and celebrate with us.
I have known thin places in the depths of heartache too . . .
. . . At 17 when twice in one year I dealt with the death of someone close who was too young to die—thin places to be sure, where God taught me to sing through the darkness, that the only way through is through . . .
To read the rest of my story, come with me over to Mary DeMuth's site where I am honored to offer this as a guest post for her Thin Places series!
Mary is an insightful and prolific author whose work I have come to admire so much! Her own personal story, told in her book Thin Places, is one of soaring redemption after the heartbreak of childhood abuse. Mary knows the God of whom she speaks. In addition to her talent as a writer and her experience as a speaker, Mary is incredibly generous with her knowledge of the writing life. Her newsletter and other resources you will find on her website are treasure troves of knowledge for any aspiring writer.
I am so grateful for the opportunity Mary is giving me today. I would love it if you would leave a comment over at her site! Thank you!!
If you are facing some deep places in your life,
I pray that through this post you might
begin to see them as thin places where
close . . .