March 28, 2020

Beauty in Brokenness

The smell of fresh cut mint permeates the air about the time the paved road gives way to dirt and gravel. Each morning as I arrive to work I am greeted by the sight of a snow capped Mt. Adams towering in the distance. As my morning begins in a place where so much is wrong, my Father shows me again there is beauty in the brokenness.

As the chatter of children fills the church a child grasps my hand, and as I look into her brown eyes I’m reminded this is the crown of creation: my Creator has said “it is very good.”