In my heart I keep a safety vault for fossils: petrified wounds from the past. Bricks of self-protection mount an imposing barrier. As long as these hardened relics remain quarantined (even from myself), perhaps they can be kept from provoking further pain.
But, what if there is another way? What if these fossils could be tenderly carried out from the tomb, lifted to light, pulverized into dense black soil? Not only shattered, but resurrected into a garden of healing and hope for many…
Only God can do this. This – my hope for me and for you.
“Then your light shall break forth like the dawn, and your healing shall spring up quickly; your vindicator shall go before you, the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard.” Isaiah 58:8