It’s here, in this sanctuary, that we bring our hurt. Our pain. Our struggles and worries and fears.
He longs for us to come to Him with our tough stuff. Our willful trespasses. Our unloveliness. Our rebellion. Our all-out sin.
We’re children of the Lord. We have hope because in Him, our struggles will not last forever.
He binds and bandages the brokenness of my spirit. He stitches the seams of my soul.