I had three conversations today with clients who found themselves in fragile places. I thought of the title of this post which I use often. These are often painful, dark places and they make us feel very vulnerable. I found myself encouraging them to embrace where they were and not to run from it. We are afraid of fragile places. They make us feel uncomfortable and exposed. It makes me think of the cross and my Savior hanging there fragile and exposed to the world. That fragile place He submitted to, was the beginning of the most incredible journey toward, a marvelous rendezvous with grace.
I am awed to think this is what we are invited to participate in. Why me? Why any of us?
It is always in the fragile places, that we are awakened from the sleep and slumber we so often find ourselves in. I'm learning to embrace these places because I need help in staying awake.
My children help create fragile places. My wife does also. Actually, waking up every morning and choosing to live with an unprotected heart, refusing to live as if I am in control of anything or anybody, including myself, creates the ultimate fragile place. Only here does God have the freedom to really be my life. Believing that is true, I choose to live in these fragile places, living with hope and looking forward to every moment of grace He gives me.
Everything is an awesome gift of His grace.