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"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form, and void; and darkness was on the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters." Genesis 1:1-2

He took nothing and formed something. The earth, with it's deserts and mountains, with it's valleys and streams, with it's magnificent oceans and beautiful rain forests......all of it created. Created from nothing. Created by a mighty and powerful Creator.

If He could create such beauty, just think what He is capable of creating in me. I am nothing but He created me. He created me for something much better, much bigger than nothing. I grasp on to this, holding tight, on days when I am drowning in the seemingly mundane tasks of everyday life. 

I cling tight to the hope that He is using me even in the simple tasks of folding laundry and preparing meals, sweeping the floor and dusting the furniture. He strengthens me each day to clothe my family, to give nourishment to their bodies, to provide a home for the ones that I love the most.

I am not nothing. You are not nothing. For the God who created the heavens and the earths created me, created you! What marvelous things He has made!



O Lord, how manifold are Your works!

In wisdom You have made them all.
The earth is full of Your possessions—
25 
This great and wide sea,
In which are innumerable teeming things,
Living things both small and great.

Psalm 104:24-25

And even though it's Saturday, I'm joining a group of writers for Five Minute Friday. Today may you see the beauty that God has created around you as well as the beauty that He has created in you!

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  1. Beautiful! Found you through the Art In Your Life (in)Courage group!

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