🌿 Reflection:

There’s something humbling—almost offensive—about this truth:

We are made of dust.

Not marble, not silver, not light. Dust. The same substance that gathers in forgotten corners and stirs at our feet when we walk through dry places.

But in God’s hands, dust becomes destiny.

He did not speak man into being like the rest of creation. He formed—with intention, intimacy, and touch. And then, as if to seal the sacredness of our frame, He breathed into it.

Could it be that our worth doesn’t come from what we’re made of—but from Who touches us?

When you feel small, overlooked, or unworthy, remember this: the same breath that brought Adam to life is the breath that sustains you now. And God still finds dust worth shaping.