Morning sunbeams streamed right through those holes in the paper and cast a glorious rainbow of light upon the carpet at our feet. Maggie grew quiet, staring at the shimmers on the floor, and slipped something small and purple into my hand. “I don't need my crayon anymore, Mommy. I like my picture just like that.”
So we stood at the window together, watching glory stream through the gaps.
Dear Jesus, I am tired of living within my self-invented lines of expectation. Show Your strength through my weaknesses and Your sufficiency through my flaws. Make my life beautiful to You. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
