But there is a song called Nothing is Wasted.
And that thought struck me.
Nothing.
Is.
Wasted.
Some how and some way my Redeemer picks up all the little broken pieces of my life--and including even the most cracked bits creates a beautiful work of art.
And sometimes it's the pieces that are the most screwed up that add the most beauty to these paintings that are our lives.
I think when I get to heaven--I'm going to look back at my life with my mouth agape and be absolutely astounded at what God was working out behind the scenes.
Everything for my good and His glory.
Craziness.
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