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.
Abby M. says
Beautiful post! Loved the poetic rhythm of your writing. Thanks for sharing.
Elizabeth, wynnegraceappears says
This, your art, your words, your encouragement , your breathing into dry bones, was for me today.
Linda Stoll says
oh yes, this is a right perspective!
Oh, Sandra….not only are these words lovely, the photos are beautiful. I love this line: Behold His arms stretched out for you, stretched out to you.
Lolita Valle says
So beautiful. Thanks for the images which declares the loud and clear greatness of our Maker….. amidst the seemingly boring, tiresome or drabness of ordinary life.
Diana Trautwein says
SPECTACULAR – in every way imaginable. Love, love, love this. So much. Thank you, dear one.
kd sullivan says
I am standing at the edge of a field waving back….thank you.