“Every dark woods has words. And every moment is a message from The Word-God who can’t stop writing His heart…That suffering nourishes grace, and pain and joy are arteries of the same heart—and mourning and dancing are but movements in His unfinished symphony of beauty…All is grace. I see through the woods of the world: God is always good and I am always loved.”
Light and darkness.
Holy and evil.
Health and death.
Strength and weakness.
Fullness and emptiness.
Restfulness and restlessness.
Play and work.
Go and stop.
Birth and death.
Inspiration and apathy.
What is in between the color black and white? Gray.
There is so much fluidity, motion, and movement within this “between” color, the start and end of everything. Life is never stagnant; it is always changing colors.
Light and hope would never be evident without the existence and presence of dark and hopeless times.
The Holy and the sacred redemption goes unseen without evil.
Health isn’t fully savored and valued until one experiences sickness, decay, or loss.
Fullness can only exist and transform where emptiness exists.
Strength cannot be realized without having been weak.
Rest is cherished more when one experiences restlessness.
One can’t experience true play unless one has experienced grueling work.
Going can’t exist without stopping.
Old seasons must die to make room for the new born hopes and dreams.
One won’t recognize the flame of inspiration without being paralyzed by stagnant apathy.
The existence of the color black echoes the existence of the color white; in between is the gray, the meaning in the journey.
Embrace it all, the beginning, the end, and especially the in between.
“You may suffer loss but in Me is anything ever lost, really? Isn’t everything that belongs to Christ also yours? Loved ones lost still belong to Him—then aren’t they still yours? Do I not own the cattle on a thousand hills; everything? Aren’t then all provisions, in Christ also yours? If you haven’t lost Christ, child, nothing is ever lost.””