We had storms in our area a week ago that left trees decimated. Everywhere you look – trees uprooted, branches strewn in power lines, conglomerations of limbs laying in yards and streets.
And it’s so beautiful.
Each tree has a new chapter to its story. A new way to differentiate itself from the other trees. A new way to display its inner beauty to a world that never would have seen it, if not for the destruction. New scars out of which will grow new branches. Or not. Maybe the scars themselves won’t have any new growth, but the flesh surrounding the scars will.
So when you look at yourself and see brokenness, don’t discount it, but see the beauty in it, too.
You’re writing a new chapter. You’re differentiating yourself from the crowd. You’re displaying your inner beauty. You’re growing through your scars.
And it’s so beautiful.