When those first drops of rain first fell after our drought, my breath caught in my chest. Surely this wasn’t really rain? But it was. We stared in wonder at the wet stuff coming down from the heavens.
For so long we had waited for it to rain. Clouds rolled in but promptly rolled back out. I had good hair days without frizz for three months straight– a lifetime record for my curly locks.
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The way we see ourselves is often radically different from how God sees us. We look at our past and our mistakes and think we are broken. Beyond repair. We look at the wounds that continue to hurt and fester and think that things will never change.
But we have to remember the beauty of God’s creation. He made the skies, painted the sunsets and sunrises and called them good. He placed each star in the sky and gave them a name, and called them good. He made the animals, and all of creation and called it good.
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