I'm becoming. Slowly, but surely, becoming. Over the past few months, my mind has been ransacked with more what-ifs, anger, despair, and confusion than ever. I've found pain, but I've also found a bit of joy in between the cracks and lots of trust in my Creator. But who knew that sometimes, in the midst of being broken, beauty blossoms effervescently? Being told about having joy and then experiencing it is like reading of angels then finding one on your doorstep. You don't know until you experience it. Cherishing beauty as a pleasing and intentional gift from God has been like bread to my starving heart. And I believe in a God of sensational beauty.
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