Deep, expansive, stretches
of unfathomable depravity- textures, colors, and faces depicting defeat
and loss. Loss of hope. Loss of the will to live. Loss of a loved one. Yet, in
the midst there are colors and precious faces of feverish life and joy. Hearts
that have found a place to rest. Children who have found someone to call
"Daddy." Mothers who have found hope is the most desolate of
circumstances. A gentle reminder and silent screaming whisper of our Maker’s
promise. A beautiful depiction of how he makes beauty from ashes and brings
light into the darkest places. He hasn't forgotten. This is simply the
comma before the continuation. The war before reconciliation. It isn't over.
All of these sentiments captured by this one breathtaking/heartbreaking/
picture that tells a story. A story of a King who came into our brokenness and
made it beautiful. Who turned our spiritual depravity into everlasting
joy. The story of a Father in relentless pursuit of reconciling His
own back to himself. His promise is still true....He is coming back.
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