These old ruins in Guatemala are so beautiful. It’s age is showing, a little rougher for the journey, but still standing. Sure, there are rubbles on the inside, but those are being cleaned up and restored. Lovingly, one brick at a time. Reminds me of this heart of mine.
And this beauty still stands as a testament to strength, grace and the power of faith. If I know anything. Regardless of storms, tests or trials, or how well I represent him, God is faithful. Loving. Kind. Gracious. Committed. I have a lot to be grateful for.