Lent 2013: Day 2
My sister enjoys searching for odd, old, used pieces of whatever, you know, junk, which she can later re-use in her art. My goodness, the things which she has found. Unbelievable. One man’s junk is another man’s treasure, huh.
Sometimes I feel useless. Ready to be thrown out. Oh, but I can’t remain with this thought too long because I know God doesn’t make junk and God made me.
I love You God.
??? God created me, like no other person God created me! What areas of my life am I struggling with? My personality? A family member? The way I look ???
1 comment:
I'm just an "old junkyard dog" and so are you. Maybe that's why we get along so well.
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