Beautiful to the point of adventure

Oh, how beautiful is God.

Beautiful to the point of adventure.

Nay, to the point where, in his omnipotence and power, the intricate plot lines of time weave so marvelously together so as to work suffering into worship, pain into praise, weakness into power; even the deepest wickedness and failings of our own hearts used for his glory.

What anguish it may take to get us to the point where we will truly see the beauty that these painful twists and turns will turn out to be.