“Occasionally, weep deeply over the life that you hoped would be. Grieve the losses. Feel the pain. Then wash your face, trust God, and embrace the life that he’s given you.”
~ John Piper
They stand tall, swaying in the autumn wind: the long-since-done daisies that I never got around to trimming, reminders of the summer of smoke in which things got away from me:
My miss, now a gift, as I sit on the cold cement patio and snap photos of their tattered beauty.
I am reminded of how a once-tattered life is now one of blessing, how something broken was rebuilt into something stronger.
I see in these tattered flowers the truth: my miss transformed through a gift.
I breathe thank you.
I live thank you.