You’ll never believe nothing is a waste until you choose to.
But why believe something that isn’t true?
“Nothing is a waste.” It’s a nice thought.

But is it powerful? Does it hold water?

Holes in your foundation make ships sink.
Prove it and sail, or don’t sail it all.
But don’t go out on that sea until you’re solid on this one.

Even my painful experiences,
compounded by my broken reactions,
can be used as fertilizer for a beautiful garden,
a garden whose soil would not be primed in the same way without them.
These dry branches can be used as fire for a flame that burns hot.

Indeed, no other kind of branch will do.

Has He not already prepared your fields?

Maybe they weren’t necessary.
But they weren’t a waste.
I won’t let them take more than they already have of me. No,

I will use their own force against them until I turn out the victor.

And have we not already won?
Nothing is lost, love. Nothing is lost.

We start now and we don’t look back. You got that?

You’ll never believe God is big until you choose to hope.
He is worthy of your hope.
Whether or not you trade in your hopelessness accordingly,
He is worthy of your hope.

It is hard to hope when my hopelessness makes me feel justified.

But am I not already justified?
He is worthy of your hope whether or not you forfeit your pride.

Nothing is a waste? It will go on being true whether you see it or not.
You won’t believe it until you choose it. And then you’ll see.
My God isn’t afraid of pain. He isn’t blind to it. He isn’t careless.
My God is big enough to turn the grotesque on its head
just to spite the wicked.

My God cares, (does He care?)
my God sees, (too little)
my God feels, (enough)
my God cares (too hard)
too hard
to let anything, anything, anything go to waste.

my god is that one. (have you made me yours) what is yours like? (have i made you mine)