Sacred Ground: Finding Wildflowers in the Wreckage
Hey y’all. It’s me again. As they say, the Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away, and sometimes the Lord burns everything down…just to build it back up sevenfold. Life’s changes, and God’s plan, don’t ask permission…sometimes it feels like they burn everything down at once like a fire. The suddenness and violence of change never cease to surprise me. But that’s when God hands you a broom and says, “Start sweeping. There’s beauty under the ashes.” To me, sweeping up the ashes bespeaks something sacred. Something unadulterated and holy. And somewhere between the smoke and ash sweeping of this past year, I stopped grieving and started noticing everything that He’s done for me. That’s the moral of today’s post: how there’s a strange freedom and quiet mercy in life’s ruins, and how once the dust settles…ashes start to look a lot like fresh soil. When Grace Plants Wildflowers I used to think my identity and life’s beauty lived in milestones: weddings, degrees, houses, children, p...
