The landscape of human existence demonstrates a dark backdrop. In Psalm 90, Moses sighs about the universal groan we deeply share about life in this broken world. In the same breath, he admonishes us to be wise by cultivating the jewel of discernment.
I know of one sojourner who knows this irony with riveted conviction. As such, she is currently being enabled by her Redeemer to pull others out of their holes by throwing a rope while tying one end at the foot of the Cross. She then jumps down to join the weary traveler towards scaling the heights.
Thank you my daughter for using your brokenness to show me the gems amidst my mud enabling me to make the climb.