From pit to party, God touched my life—from so covered in ashes that I was unrecognizable, to becoming beautiful. Depression to dancing, weeping to wonder. There are shoes we wear, called seasons, & every time has its story. With Yahweh, even the broken gets blessed, is not wasted but redeemed. God is good, I am living proof. The shift you’re looking for is right in front of your face, touch the love of God available to you. Whatever you’ve been through—we all have shattered pieces—you’re one cry from fixing. One tear drop from all those pieces being a mosaic! Just go to your Maker, look to Dad. He’s with you, in this, right here. Never be afraid. & if you’ve read this far, know God loves you. He alone heals, He alone forgives, hugs, guides! Whatever you need, wherever you are, surrender. That breath in your lungs is opportunity. Surrender to the One who breathed the breath life into you & see. He is light. He loves you. He is good, real, here. May the same brokenness made beauty in my life, be given to you, too. May you see. May you dance. & May all the sad become untrue. if He did it for me, He can do it for you!
