Look! Behold! Drop your jaw in amazement.
See the flower wave from the clay cracks of your despair.
See grace splashed in the garbage of your day, a fragrance rising.
He is here in the dust of every musty moment, in the dirty dishwater, in the mildewed tiles and cobwebbed corners.
He is here in the fading colors of the fall.
He’s here in the wonder of your wrinkles, and there’s beauty in the battle.
Nothing goes to waste.
He is here in the thorns of regret that pierce your heart, in the way things could have been but aren’t.
He spills light into your darkness, into life growing dim.
See Him walk in the leafy carpet of your years, age-to-age the same.
And though your body wears out, His love never wears down.
He holds you as you swallow every bitter pill, endure every ache and pain.
Behold His arms stretched out for you, stretched out to you.