Tuesday, October 10, 2017

“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.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early every mornings with one of my photos and a few simple words. | Nulla dies dine linea: not a day without a line. | Soli Deo gloria: to the glory of God alone.

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