Life rarely comes our way in twisted plots and schemes. Most often, it comes to us in straight lines, in the day-to-day, in the ordinary and in the exceptional. It comes to us in well-mapped plans and it comes to us in unintentional diversions. The lines move us. And we move them. Some shattered into brokenness. Some bent into beauty. Our hearts become the hands that form the response. Our response becomes the fire that bends the lines into words of praise and thankfulness. It becomes the color that fills the space between the lines to reveal the picture of eternity.
~inspired by an early-morning dream (with thanks to the One who still speaks in them)