Cracked Places: How to Let God Shine Through

In high school I wrote poetry that I rarely showed anyone. The few times I let someone read the words I scratched out on notebook paper, I shook like a leaf. Scared I would be judged, sure my words were not good enough. Some days my inner editor keeps me from tapping out words. Especially words that will float around cyberspace.

So the fact that I have a blog, however imperfectly kept, is not something I could ever do on my own. It is God working in me that does this thing. If it weren’t for God I would still be scratching away in a notebook.

But when I don’t tell you this scares the spit out of me sometimes or it takes God nudging and cajoling me to faithfully write, you might think Angela is something special. You might think Angela is gifted and she doesn’t have to work hard at this. Or maybe you just stopped by and you are already bored. If that is the case click on past and find something you enjoy.

When I am willing to share the rough edges of my life with you, then you can see God’s glory better. You can understand that any of the good you see in me is God alone.

So perhaps it is time to confess our cracked places, share our scratches and scars because then God’s glory shines through brightest.

But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. 2 Corinthians 4:7 NIV