Each of us sits in our own garden and initially says, "This tragedy is irreparable. I see no benefit in it and will take no comfort in it." And yet right in the midst of our deepest and worst adversities, Christ is often just lying there, waiting to be resurrected.
Our Savior is where our death seems to be. At the end of our hope, we find the brightest beginning of fulfillment. Where darkness seems the deepest, the most radiant light is set to emerge. And once the experience is complete, we find our garden is not disfigured by the tomb.......Our sorrows become bright through the joys God has planted around them. At first the flowers of the garden may not appear to be our favorites, but we'll learn that they are the flowers of the heart - love, hope, faith, joy, and peace.
Streams in the Desert p. 170
Friday commute to school via scooter and unicycle
Anna made it up the hill to her school on 45th on her unicycle! GO ANNA!
true grit indeed...
moving on down the road...
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