We got home on Saturday night. My sister had lent me some of her large glass cylinder vases for a retreat a few months back and I had finally gotten around to parting with them. But while I was packing them up, I heard glass shatter. No! I thought. How could I be so careless. I felt terrible knowing I had broken something someone had given me to borrow. But I've also learned to not sweat the small stuff especially when it comes to having 4 small children and a dog in the house. The crazy thing is that I decided not to take it out until that specific moment. Why? I was unsure until I saw that God had desired for me to see it at the certain moment in all eternity.
I picked up the broken glass to toss it out. When I turned it around I saw this...
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