What people label, God loves, and who gets written off, God writes their names on the palms of His hands, and when we fall way too far short of being enough, God makes the way to move into us and be our home. God knows all of us are but dust, but look what God does with dirt, and He makes a way for dust to resurrect and breathe for all time and eternity. No, there is no shame: All you can feel is tender toward all the brave who refuse to surrender to the dark but keep rising until their lungs’ last rising.
