On a walk a few days ago, I saw something that literally took my breath away. The grey of the sky was not something I had even noticed until I saw these trees with their bare branches outlined in it. Suddenly, that dull grey sky became part of one of the most strikingly beautiful and starkly bare winter scenes I have ever seen.
Sometimes in the stark emotional times of my life, I feel as though everything is devoid of beauty. There is no color – no joy. In reality, I am only seeing the sky, and the trees aren’t visible from my perspective. They are visible in God’s, though. I see gloomy grey, and God sees something strikingly beautiful. I hope you know that among what appears to be ashes in your lives, God is making something beautiful. We may never be able to see the trees on this side of heaven, but rest assured: they are there.