God has a secret. It’s a secret written into the core of our beings from the moment we are conceived. It’s a secret meant to draw us into the very heart of our maker. It’s a secret that cries out about who we are and what we were made for.
I have a friend who rented some space in an upmarket building in north east Sydney recently. He started a physio business. I went to visit him the other day, struggling to find my way through the maze of corridors in the building.