This morning, I was sitting on my couch and looking out the window at the trees. Everything was sparkling, white, and beautiful. Everything was covered with crystals.
Suddenly, the verse popped into my mind: Love covers over a multitude of wrongs.
These last few days, I feel like I’ve been needing some extra covering. When patience runs short, and things get a bit bumpy at our house, I love the idea of my wrongs being covered.
But as I sat there looking out the window at the world transformed in white, it suddenly hit me:
God’s love doesn’t just cover me – it transforms me.
He doesn’t just cover over my mistakes so that I look like Kendra-who-doesn’t-do-anything-wrong.
He transforms me into something completely new and different.
On a morning like this, everything looks different.
Let His love make me different, too.