He makes all things new.
When the food hits the fan (quite literally) and I’m stuck cleaning up the mess.
He makes all things new.
When the shrieks and screams have me worn to a frazzle.
He makes all things new.
When I shed tears in secret for the hurt feelings and my own failings.
He makes all things new.
When I love them so much it hurts and I’m coming apart, being refashioned into someone I don’t recognize but desperately want to be.
He makes all things new.
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Day 2
View: My Life as a Landscape
