Beauty in the Barren

These days, when I read the headlines, I want to hide. The thorns of evil entangle our world, yet the rose still blooms. So much beauty in life, yet sometimes it is the ugly that makes Grace possible.

It was our fear, our betrayal, our ugliness that led to the sin-stained cross of a Savior Who
Loved me to save me
From chaos,
He bore the Condemnation of my selfish heart.
Willingly He took my wretched, as
Many eyes beheld him,
Scorning, Mocking,
My ingratitude pushed the thorns into His brow.

Yet- His insatiable love pulls me toward Him
Compelling me with Grace.
He is Love, Joy, Peace, Bravery:

He died for all of us to be free.

Beauty now takes root in the barren places:
It was once an ugly tendril that had to struggle and grasp for air–
–sometimes it’s the ugly that makes Beauty & Grace possible.iPhone 170

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