Thank you Mary.
Thank you for writing Thin Places.
Thank you for writing words that heal…first you, now me.
Thank you for having the courage to allow Jesus to lead you to, and through, those thin, sometimes still bleeding places in your heart to your healing.
Thank you for having the courage to share them with me.
Thank you for not preaching at me, but just being with me while I read.
Thank you for the anointing of the Holy Spirit upon your words, which help me to recognize and want to experience my own thin places—with Jesus.
Thank you for the fact that I have not even finished the book yet, and already I am changed.
Thank you for the things I cannot yet put into words for the ways God is using your book, and you, to heal, encourage, strengthen, and equip me for the work He desires to do in my life. You will never know how perfect the timing, or how powerful the voice that speaks to me tonight from every precious black-inked page.
To me, they are red. Every story, every thin place, revealing the redemption found only in the shed blood of Jesus. He died for you and He died for me. No brand name jeans, no recognition from another, no coveted possession or position remains with us at the foot of the cross.
Thank you Mary, because that’s where I find myself tonight, and there’s no place in life I’d rather be.
Linda Crawford
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