Thin Places by Mary DeMuth
Readers to Pollywog Creek know my favorite place for coffee and good books is on the backyard swing under the sweetgum trees, and if you had recently come for a visit, that is exactly where you would have found me – with a large hazelnut creme latte and mesmerized by Thin Places, Mary DeMuth’s poignant memoir.
“It’s the story of a little girl who faced sexual abuse, neglect, drug-using parents, fear, death of a parent, and a host of other malevolence.”
Thin Places is a heartrending read, but an important one. A master story-teller, Mary bravely takes us into some of her deepest, darkest pain, but she doesn’t leave us there despairing, broken without hope. Much more than the story of Mary’s grievous suffering, Thin Places is…
“…a hope-filled story, where the bright light of God’s climactic redemption outshines the dark places. It’s a story of God’s nearness when I thought I’d nearly lose my mind and will to live. How grateful I am for the beautiful love of Jesus, how dearly He chose frail me to shame the wise. It’s really His story after all.”
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.