Thin Places. Mary DeMuth calls those the places in our life that Jesus creeps into no matter how bleak. No matter how dark. For a snatch of time or moment we “sense God intersecting our world in tangible, unmistakable ways. They are aha moments, beautiful realizations, when the Son of God bursts through the hazy fog of our monotony and shines on us afresh.”

Her memoir Thin Places has challenged me to think about thin places in my life. For a long time, if you’d asked I would have said I didn’t have any. My life was filled with much more lightness than darkness, almost a shield of blessing.

Then I miscarried three years ago and again last summer. In each and the seasons that follow I have needed to see God at a deep soul level. I have practically demanded He show up in real ways and show me how He is using those losses for His glory. How He turns what was intended for evil into good. And He has.

I’ll share one moment. I sat on a plane to Denver in September. A beautiful lady who shone with the love of Jesus sat next to me. In moments we talked like life-long friends. My miscarriages slipped in. Then she turned to me. “I feel I can share this with you.”

She’d just left her daughter behind, a daughter who had minutes before learned she’d miscarried. And because of my experiences, Jesus could shine through as I ministered to this grieving grandma and by extension her daughter.