Thinking of my blackened, sordid history, filled with selfishness, strings of failures, willful and deliberate rejections of light so lovingly shed across my path, I am left speechless.
Amazed.
Not by the bleak record, but by the Awesome God who saves.
Who restores.
Who creates out of dust.
Who brings forth life.
Only He can take the complete mess of our lives and turn it into something good.
And so it is, that, not the good times, not the smooth going, but the rough patches, the difficult experiences, the struggles and failures, ultimately polish, refine and grow.