Those three little letters wield so much power.
But.
How often do I use them to explain the almost, the not quite, the never really had any intention to moments of my life. The word slips out without so much as a pause, really. It’s the ultimate less-than-beautiful precursor.
But.
Sometimes it’s redeemed. It’s used like a gift. It leads from the less-than to the more-than-ever. The best news. The just-what-we-need.
There’s a flower bed in our backyard. For the past two years, it’s been nothing more than dirt, rocks, and a few straggling weeds. It’s in a lovely location, but drought had taken its toll. It could have been beautiful, but keeping it watered was too difficult. It was dead.
But.
But then – it came to life. With no help from human hands, the flower bed bloomed. Two perfect little bougainvillea plants shared their coral and purple joy. And every blossom reminded me that even the longest, hardest, most drought-stricken seasons of life are just that – seasons. Seasons with the promise of “but…”
But God meant it for good…
But God turned the curse into a blessing…
But God had mercy…
But God is faithful…
But God is sufficient…
But God showed His love for us…
But God’s gift is eternal…
But with God all things are possible…
Here’s to the beauty of “but” in today…
Where has God shown you the beauty of “but?”