the broken that extends


I love the Olympics because of:


There is facet of each athletes story that touches deeply. You resonate with dreams. Dreams that were not deferred, but fought for.


All the teams from so many countries coming together. I always see a fragment of Heaven. People colored, people from places far, people who reflect a great God.


Sometimes the dreams crash and burn. There is broken and tears. There is standing back up again.


Gray deepens. 

But in the middle of that gray… the broken extends and extends.


written by Tolkien from the Fellowship of the Ring:

Do not trouble your hearts overmuch with thought of the road tonight. Maybe the paths that you each shall tread are already laid before your feet, though you do not see them.


To be gracious in the not knowing.

To be gracious in the broken that extends and extends…

That is faith in the path he laid.

That is trust that our heart not be troubled overmuch.

Story. Hope. Grace.


What is your broken that extends?

What is your favorite aspect of the Olympics? Your favorite events?