Our August family vacation time near its end, we decided to spend our last day walking around the beautiful city of Geneva. My daughter, grand-daughter and I wandered around and found ourselves outside a very old building.
My natural bent would not have been to go to “in-between” spaces, where job descriptions are vague and the journey unmeasurable. Meeting Jesus created a new space for redemption, making the “in-between” a space for life rather than death.
Who was I? Was a title and the approval of man really to be the source of my self-worth? It was during this season that I learned so much about myself and my God.
We were instantly linked by an unspoken camaraderie that created a tangibly safe atmosphere. When characters in the film made offensive and degrading comments about women, my fellow moviegoers gasped in disgust and whispered under their breath, “Shut. Up.”
At first, I was spooked. It was dark out there. I was being super careful about where I stepped and was afraid of what I might see lurking in the shadows.