Good Friday.

He took our broken-ness and made it His own.

He makes all our ashes into beauty.

“From the edge of your own tender aches, from the lip of your alabaster jar cracking slow,

May the light fragrance of your broken-ness anoint Him and His body around you,

with a sweet and radiant grace.”

-Ann Voskamp


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