becoming used to the faded-everyday-wear-colors of good leads to less of belief.
a fraying of hope’s lining.
when rain pours out of this broken world in moments of too big to take in hurt,
good’s deep colors come rushing to the surface in the middle of flood.
no hesitation in running towards.
reaching out becomes holding fast.
swift to knees and quicker still to open doors.
giving is written in ink.
and love of our creator threaded through his creation is seen in clear.
so god created mankind in his own image,
in the image of god he created them;
male and female he created them.
genesis 1.27 (NIV)