New beauty caught my grieving eyes on our evening walk and I could not look away.
Beauty this rich can only come out of ashes.
Grief recently poured over our family like a raging fire when Ed Stinson, David’s hero father, died in March.
Grief can suck the freakin life out of our lungs. Ashes. Desolation. It can feel as though life-giving joy will never again spring up.
Over a decade ago, fires ravaged this vibrant canyon behind our home, leaving it grey, empty of life, desolate and blackened with ash.
Yet, from the ashes of destruction indescribable beauty has grown- rare and deep.
Like the first signs of life, peering up from dusty ashes, take heart if you too have been stripped of life- whatever the cause.
Joy truly does sprout up again- in time. Yet this time, it will reveal a richer, charred joy that remembers love, savors life, radiates hope and offers comfort. “To all who mourn… He will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair. In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks that the LORD has planted for his own glory.” Isaiah 61:3
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