You who Shine with Endless Light

Have you ever read something, a book, a story, a bible passage, a blog post, and thought “this is for me”?


I just read this, from Ann Voskamp (click here to open in another tab, click mute if you don’t want the music). I cried, which doesn’t happen all that often. It was like she wrote it directly to me. Which also doesn’t happen – in fact I can’t think of another post which has been so directly me. It was as if Jesus was right in the room, talking to me. Gosh, that really does make me well-up, because I think if He was here…


For all those other wounded birds (I know you’re reading):


‘You’re no victim. You’re a Thriver. You may bleed but you rise.’


‘Can I just whisper? I know you must feel like people have wanted you to go away. Sweep your scars under the proverbial rug. Erase you, avoid you, silence you.’


‘I am sorry for how alone you have felt. How abandoned, how ignored.’


‘It is the wounded ones who makes us heal and the hurting ones who make us honest and it is the broken ones who put us back together again and it is the scarred ones who make the Body of Christ sensitive.’

 ˜Ann Voskamp˜

Strangest of all is that this is confirming for me that God is calling me to ministry. I have absolutely no idea how He is going to manage it. I can’t see it at all. I just know that He’s in charge. Just like when I was so drawn to the Celtic symbol of the Trinity a few weeks ago, and copied it onto a t-shirt that I made, with a quote from the St. Patrick’s Breastplate prayer, ‘three in one; one in three’.


The next day I saw the same symbol on the robes of a priest (a very lovely, very dear person whom I look up to with such admiration). Without knowing it, I had put this symbol on myself. Bizarre…

The Celtic Trinity



It’s like God is saying, “You know, Sandy, I have it all in hand. I’ll use you, but it’ll be how I choose. You’ll look back and wonder and some things will be very different, but some things will be the same. And you will wonder, and be glad.”


I’m reminded of the lyrics from Laura Story’s ‘I Think of You’:


‘And I think of You who shines with endless light

Through broken jars of clay

And I think of You redeeming every part of each day

That you’ve made…

…’Cause it was You who paid the highest price

For broken jars of clay

And You still choose to use my life

For Your glory displayed.’