“Thin places,” the Celts call this space,
Both seen and unseen,
Where the door between the world
And the next is cracked open for a moment
And the light is not all on the other side.
God shaped space. Holy.
Poem by Sharlande Sledge
What if God is veiled by my life? By my busy-ness and distractions, by my worries and frustrations? Have I tricked myself into thinking I can’t see Him, I can’t find Him? Have I deceived myself into staring long and hard at shadows, instead of looking for the light?
What if He’s there, but I’ve draped the sheet of independence on Him, hiding from my own searching eyes?
My soul needs to find “thin places” in the veil of life, places where I may be able to peek through and catch a glimpse of His work and His glory.
What are some of your thin places? And how often do you visit them?