The sidewalk leading from our front steps to the street looks fine as a whole. Upon further inspection, though, it has its flaws: cracks of all sizes, about one or two every foot.
Where the concrete splits, blades of grass have sprouted this summer. That’s the power of life . . . even in between sharp, heavy, substantial concrete, something is growing. Concrete, the material they used for the Hoover Dam.
And green is rising up. Seeds turn to sprouts, even in between some of the toughest material man has created.
God gives the littlest blades of grass space to grow, to stretch, to see the sunshine.
In between the toughest of circumstances, the roughest of days, the hardest of nights . . . in between struggles and pain is often where we thrive.
Our God is a God of faith, of resilience, of endurance, of perseverance, especially in the in between.
Linking up again with Five Minute Friday.