Our last morning in Nicaragua, we left at 4:30am. As we were driving towards Managua we watched the moon go down and the sun rise in the mountains hand-crafted by our God. The moon set was breath-taking.
I handed my camera to Jessica for a photograph. It failed to capture the moment.
"Pitiful," Marie said upon viewing the photo.
Jessica handed the camera back to me. "Beautiful," she said.
It was in that moment that I learned the difference between pitiful and beautiful: the person saying it.
Friends, God tells us we are beautiful. Why do we keep referring to ourselves as pitiful?
We are who we are. We are who He created. Why do we tell Him that His handiwork isn't good enough?
"You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you."
Song of Solomon 4:7