the beauty of God's children.

the beauty of God's children is not in their perfection. it is not in the way they pose themselves, or in the beautiful houses that they seem to all live in. it is certainly not in their perfect pronunciations, nor it is in their heritage. it is not the white pearly teeth that they have, or the eternal kindness and grace that they seem to never run out of, or their amazing smiles, or their incredible voices, or their intelligence--it is none of these.

the beauty of God's children is in their struggle.

where they are in the darkest, most hopeless valley of their lives, and they've been stuck there for days, weeks, months, years even, and they curse God, and they yell at Him, cry out to Him, unable to understand or comprehend why they were in this valley. and the change that is inflicted upon them by Him, softens hearts and crushes desolation. they hope again, even though it hurts like walking on shattered glass. they pick up their dreams again, even though it's been the thousandth time they've been disappointed. they try to be courageous again, taking up the risk of probably getting killed.

the beauty of God's children is not in the change that they experience, but in the whole experience. from darkness to light, that is the beauty of it. that we are all God's children, broken as heck, and He still loves us. we are far from perfect, and we are all made so differently. we're brought up in different circumstances, backgrounds, environments; we're loved differently and taught differently; we're different, but we're all the same in God's eyes--we're His children.

the beauty of God's children is in our struggle.

our constant struggle to run back to Him, every time we find ourselves far away, broken, hopeless, afraid, selfish, angry, sorrowful, desperate.