Grey.

I dislike rainy days.

They're grey.

And lifeless.

But then I remember.

Rainy days=a more colorful Spring.

I'm so thankful for a God

who makes beautiful things out of the dust.

who makes beautiful things out of us.

Out of the tears.

Out of the pain.

Out of the temptation

and trials

and weakness.

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before— more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.
— Charles Dickens

I'm listening to this song on repeat.