Tears started running down my face as I pushed my four-month-old on the trail. How could I even talk to God about this? Did He really see and really care about me? My little girl had already faced a life-threatening hole in her diaphragm; this just didn’t seem fair for her to have to face another major health issue. For the first time in my life, I pleaded and petitioned for my daughter’s life.

Life can be complicated, but reading the Bible doesn’t need to be.

At some point, God revealed a mystery that changed everything. He helped me see His image in other people’s eyes. For the first time in my life, I could accept people because I believed God was within them. Being made in the image of God means we are made in the fullness of love.