Rain. The heavens poured out on all living things, bringing buds and blooms, new growth. If you look carefully, there is a promise to be found in all this…all things made new.
All things. Stubborn, broken hearts. All things. New. Things from the past that keep us from moving forward. And in between what is behind us and what lies ahead, we claim, we exclaim or we reclaim, faith.
Creation whispers, “Quiet, be still”. You can start over, give it another try. The past will not define you.
Have you ever noticed…God is in the business of making new beginnings, giving second chances grounded in grace.
Sixty-five today! Thanks for being a part of another new beginning with me.