Much like us, this land was changed, scarred. No one would call it beautiful. It was barren, dry, cracking beneath a sun that refused to quit and clouds that refused to open. It was a violent place, prone to wrath and cruel to those who didn’t belong. But for those it called its own, there was peace. It was a peace that prevailed despite hardships, despite sorrow, despite uncertainty. A peace that encouraged us to hang on one more day, pray for one more night, and nurse the wounds of our greed, rather than abandon the land to its injuries. It was the peace of knowing that, whatever lay ahead,
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It never ceases to amaze me that this is how God sees us, His creation. No matter how broken, sinful, and scarred we may be, He loves us. And, most importantly, He will never, ever leave us.
