Imagine God throwing a party not for the perfect,

but for the lost-and-found,

the almost-gave-ups, the bitter older siblings,

and the still-learning-how-to-love crowd.

Opening ourselves to divine hands that work with the whole of who we are—flaws, cracks, and all—to form something meaningful, something new.

I can relate to a deep desire to trust that God is continuing to write my story—with various plot lines, twists and turns, conflicts and denouements