Every fall, even though I don't live up north where the colors are spectacular, I am amazed by the beauty that can come from something that's dying. As long as the leaf holds on to the dull green of late summer, the true beauty within can never be revealed. But in the process of dying comes something spectacular and breath-taking and beautiful.May my life be beautiful to those around because I'm dying to me - my plans, dreams and goals.
May my Father's beauty shine through.
1 comment:
Such a beautiful observation! Thank you so much for sharing, Karen. :) I just love following your blog and seeing God shine through your work and through your heart... Keep on living for Him!
Love you, my friend!
- Melissa Feeny
2 cor. 4:7
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