Diamonds, I am told, are formed under pressure. As peat sinks deeper into the earth, pressures harden it into the strongest stone there is.
When a diamond is found in a mine, it is a rock. It is in the cutting and polishing that it begins to sparkle. The facets gouge chasms in the stone which, when polished, attract light and reveal hidden beauties. The intrinsic beauty of the diamond is revealed through the cutting and polishing.
I'm obviously no geologist, but I think each life is a diamond. Every life is beautiful, and as life happens, the good and the bad, the facets cut deep and expose the inner beauty in new ways that sparkle. God is the ultimate diamond polisher, and as he is invited into a life he is able to create and expose a deeper beauty than ever imagined. The bad things in his hands transform into something breath-taking.
May he transform those deepest cuts in you today, polishing away shame and regret, anger and unforgiveness, fear and disappointment. May he replace despair with hope, hatred with his love, shame with confidence.
May he restore to you and me the years that the locust has eaten, and reveal a mine of polished diamonds, individual gems giving glory to him.
A California girl from a hot beach city marries a country loon from the cold northeast of Scotland, and she's spent the last three decades making sense out of life there. Reflections on a rural lifestyle, on identity issues and the challenges of moving so far from home,from a Christian viewpoint.
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