In different ways, and with several different people, I've spent time this week exploring brokenness, accompanying heavy heartedness, finding no easy answers, and humbled by the trust of other people who share from the deep places.
Walking through the car park in Inverurie earlier today, a car's headlights highlighted the worn parking markings. On a cold, dark, November evening, a broken cross, became a reminder of Someone Else who explored our brokenness, accompanies the heavy hearted, found no easy answers, and humbled himself to win the trust of those he always comes looking for.
Haiku about Standing in a Car Park in the Rain
Strange epiphany
of that other place and time
God touched the broken.
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