I can’t remember the state of mind I was in at the time I wrote this, but I love that it exudes hope. I love that God is a DIY connoisseur, and He doesn’t look to, or wait for anyone to do His work. I love that His work is always good.
I come to Him as a hodgepodge of life happening, and He empties out the scrambled pockets, not to be discarded, but to be used in the building of something new. Something of a masterpiece, pieced together by hands that give life.
When it seems like there is not much to be thankful for, look again. Sometimes, its just a matter of unfolding what has been scrunched up and tossed aside.
I hope this blesses you…xoxo