All My Knotted-Up Life: A Memoir

by Beth Moore

Moses isn’t the only one who preferred smacking to speaking.

Vulnerability, in and of itself, is sacred because it mirrors, if even in a glass darkly, the image of Christ. Pulling the bandage back and giving someone a glimpse of a wound that, in this life, will likely never fully heal but only hope to be treated, is expensive.

Created in the image of God, we humans, by and large, have an inherent desire to save. We want so badly to rescue.

I’d kept that broken person crouched down as long as she was willing, and the moment I became too vulnerable to cover for her, she stretched her folded legs and stood to her feet, the size of Goliath.

It’s not a bad idea for wounded pride to bleed for a lifetime. Let that self-righteous fool in me hemorrhage.

God appears to be robustly committed to disproving human formulas.