30 - Day 19

My little girl, her little hand full of sparkling stones.  She tells me how they write on cement and shine in the sun.

Treasure.

Living stones.  That is what the Father calls us.  We are to write His glory on those we touch.  Hard some days, I get that.  Some days I do anything but shine.

But He…  He never stops being holy and juxtaposing the ugly into beautiful.  We who feel unworthy or unlikely or unholy or underserving, He finds treasure in us.

And you are living stones that God is building into his spiritual temple. What's more, you are his holy priests.

1 Peter 2:5