God is the master orchestrator.
He brings so much.
We mess up.
He makes beauty from our mistakes; creating beauty from the brokeness.
Hope rules through all. It's the chord that will not break, the structure that will not burn.
Faith keeps hope alive - clinging to God being good.
And trusting... that He will continue to bring the good, because it is His joy to lavish his children with love.
And when we are completely empty, worn out and broken, he tenderly picks us up, places us in his strong, warm embrace and holds us close to his holy heart.
This is what I'm learning.
And it's wretchedly difficult and absolutely perfect at the same time.
"Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me."
"It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah..."
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