Sunday, June 18, 2017
Sometimes I can feel like a dandelion whose seeds have been blown to smithereens and left a plain, strange stem. Not much to offer. Nothing special. But today my daughter picked several of them, dubbing them flowers like the rest, to present to loved ones. How marvelous that it just takes eyes of love for something small and ugly to become valuable and beautiful. Jesus loves me (and all of us) just that much. He sees our hearts of sin and extends His grace. He presents us before God, a treasure. But He also takes it a step further by pulsing new life into us so we can grow and thrive and LIVE. He makes an army from dry bones and beauty from dying weeds.
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