You and I, in this fallen, broken, depraved world, are beautiful messes.
Beautiful, because we were created to be.
Messes, because we are fallen, broken and depraved, like our world.
But the story doesn't end this way, thankfully.
One day, we will be what we once were again.
If I were a window, what would you see if you looked through me?
Perhaps you'll find something that resonates with you here. You are under no obligations, but if this intrigues you, read on.
