Musician Steven Curtis Chapman writes:

In brokenness, I have felt tangible expressions of God's grace…. I had stacked some rocks out at this little place in the woods, a place I had gone to pray, desperate for God to do something, to show up, or to have some sort of breakthrough. As I was praying, I remember smelling cedar, so strong it distracted me from my prayer. I looked around to see this little cedar tree that had been snapped in half from my stepping in there. . . . That was where the smell was coming from. It was a tangible sign of grace as I was coming to understand it. I had a little note pad out there with me, and I wrote down these words: "The fragrance of the broken."