Christi Ortiz writes a poem defining the experience of 'melting' and 'surrending' into God as the way we become holy. And holiness is giving us space for grace.
Yesterday I passed a cemetery, which my toddler calls a park, and noticed a woman standing at the foot of a grave. Red flower topped the stone. With her hands folded in front, she stood half turned as if wanting to leave yet a longing made her unable. Later I pondered the nature of God’s presence...