Still Beauty

Even in the midst of broken, there is beauty.

beauty in broken

It’s not all or nothing, but both, and.

As the porch was disassembled and torn apart and unusable, the flowers around it continued to bloom. We didn’t tear them out but allowed our eyes to rest on their beauty and imagine how the flowerbeds would look when the process was complete.

We allowed ourselves to hope and dream of possibilities.

flowers

When experiencing a season of broken, don’t forget to look for the beauty. It’s there. It offers hope and help to keep going and to receive grace in the small spaces.

There is still beauty.

Thanks for heart-composting with me! I appreciate your words.