Countless beauty 

This world is full of beauty. Beautiful people, beautiful nature, beautiful things. And yet, we seem to miss so much. Perhaps because our idea of beauty is limited to what is easy to see, but it could be just because we don’t know how to look. 
Perhaps what is hardest to see is what is actually most beautiful…. 
How He walks with me in darkness. 
How beauty will rise from destruction and ashes. 
How pain itself holds evidence of Grace. 
How the shattering is simply a prelude to His restoring. 
Perhaps it is in the stumbling and falling and trying over and over again that God makes beautiful things of my life. 
If there were no struggle there would be no victory.