I like to think of life as a fall scene filled with many different colors. The dark shades of fall skies and muddy grounds, the bright, fiery colors of old and new blossoms and any tints of color in between somehow combine to form an intricate canvas that is often beautiful for the eye to see.
Who’s to say that we are different from that? Our dark colors of struggle, our bright, fiery colors of joy, and all other shades of our story.
What if we were to look at ourselves, our peers, our world, as one beautifully intricate scene? The wonder & the awe, the healing & the growth, the things that could unfold if we stopped & glanced at this life that is beautifully intricate.
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