Erin’s story shows us how sometimes our earthly relationships give us a glimpse of our relationship with God.
My thin place is a lady named Jeanette. She carried me for 9 months, but never held me. I never laid eyes on her, but always knew about her. For 36 years we, separately, thought about each other, especially on my birthday. For 36 years I wondered what she looked like. For 36 years I hoped and prayed she had a good life and a family. (more…)
Shawn succinctly shares her thin place in a powerful way. How amazing to serve the God who is near.
In 1997 my mom underwent colon cancer surgery. Due to having advanced lung disease the doctors were concerned about her going under anesthesia. Their concerns were valid. She came out of the surgery, remained on a ventilator and in a coma.
As the weekend got under way many people were praying for her. We five kids knew that this was the horror mom had always dreaded: living on a machine.
Sunday evening while sitting in church I received a call from the hospital….
Ellen’s Thin Place reminds us that God can minister to us in unusual ways.
Loneliness consumes hope, strips away faith and empties my soul. Loneliness says God is not here or I would feel Him, hear His voice when I cry out. But loneliness lies.
For the past 10 months, I have held onto the truth of God’s presence, a truth that proves I am not alone and fortifies my resolve to work through the loneliness, loneliness that hit hard three months after Jesus took my husband home. But it’s in the depths of loneliness that I remember.
Deep blue waters of…
How many times has God used your children to illuminate truth for you? It’s often surprising and comes when we need it most, as in Melody’s story.
“God! I really need a word from you!”
The wrenching groan from my spirit surprised even me.
Just four months earlier, we’d returned overseas after a year’s home assignment only to find palpable tension simmering in our beloved community, close friends writhing in painful conflicts that had erupted while we were gone.
On top of that, another dear friend ( a sister of my heart) had been tragically killed in a car accident. My grief —…
I find them in an upstairs closet in her studio – a pile of paintings, watercolors splashed onto thick slabs, paper curling at the edge. There must be thirty or more, all “rejects” deemed not good enough by her. I spread them out on the carpet: regal irises, cotton-candy peonies, scenes of blooming gardens and cobalt seas, a row of Dutch windmills, a stone farmhouse.
Preslaysa’s story reminds us that God can minister to us through others who listen to Him.
I held the sharp blade, shaking. All my doubts and all my fears erupted as I carved a blood thin line on the inside of my wrist. “Help me Lord,” I whispered. “Why can’t I stop cutting?”
I struggled with self injury for many years, carefully hiding this secret from my friends, my family, and my church. However, I was too ashamed to seek help.
I feared judgment.What in the world was a twenty-seven-year-old woman doing slashing her arms? To outsiders, such behavior wouldn’t make sense, especially…
For better or worse. In sickness and health. Marriage vows are easy to say and hard to live, as Kimberly shares in today’s Thin Place story. You can read more from Kimberly as she continues mining in marriage, motherhood and music on her blog, Mining For Diamonds. (Remember you can share your Thin Place story here.)
In 1998, while touring worldwide as a musical missionary, I met the love of my life. I was a violinist; he was a drummer who loved Jesus and Beethoven. It…
Colleen cried out to God and He answered. You’ll be encouraged as you read her story. (Want to encourage others with your Thin Place story? Go here to share it.)
Mother is a title I always longed to have. Going back as far as my childhood with my baby dolls, carriages and names for my special babies. It always seemed so easy to me until I grew up and started to live the roller coaster ride of infertility.
My husband and I spent seven years on our knees praying for a child to call…
I look in the rear view mirror of my journey.
I see blessings, pain, comfort, anguish, mercy, fear…. they seem to go hand in hand when it comes to this journey I walk. Like sisters, hands tightly intertwined, they run through the dark forest searching for the light of the meadow.
How can it be that my…