Cement Girl

Tonight I drove over the bridge to the other side of town and smiled to myself. The trees on the hills were so beautiful: colors inspired by a sunset, or a palette that inspires a sunset, or something like that.

And when I thought about it later I couldn't help but think how beautiful it is that God allows change. That He is there for the weary, for those that fall to the ground; that He gives us time recuperate, and eventually bloom again.

How beautiful is the gospel of Christ?

It is so beautiful, but often I think it's too beautiful for us to even understand.