We find God in the margins.
In the space between words.
In the shadows that fall behind the monuments we build.
In our desperation in trying. In the pause between breaths. In the fear.
In the awe. In the stretches of time where nothing else can be done.
He meets us there, but calls us back to the margins.
To the space filled by others.
To the shadows they hide in. To the desperate, the wounded, forgotten, and fearful.
To hold space for the broken and claim kinship among them. To serve those who won’t love us and seek those who can’t serve us.
God shows us himself when we move to the margins.
I love writing. So I’m doing more of it.
It’s the place I feel God smile at me.
Hopefully, it’s also helpful.
I had never titled my blog, until now but #strengthinthemarins seems good to me.
Follow along for random musings, mental health, nutrition, and simple, time manageable workouts.
We are here for a moment, for a purpose. Slow the pace enough to seek the margin.
Your own.
Others.