reading

"To see through to God.

  That that which tears open our souls, those holes that splatter our sight, 

may actually become the thin, open places to see through the mess of this place

to the heart-aching beauty beyond.  To Him.  To the God whom we endlessly crave.  

  Maybe so.

  But how? How do we choose to allow the holes to become seeing-through-to-God places?  To more-God places?

  How do I give up resentment for gratitude, gnawing anger for spilling joy?  Self-focus for God-communion."

These have been my questions for a while, now.  Finding another soul who wrestles and writes a story to illustrate is promising, in a quest to discover that which can transform the bitter waters to a living wellspring, full of grace and truth and joy.  Her challenge:  "A dare to an emptier, fuller life."   

One Thousand Gifts, Ann Voskamp, pp 22-23