Quiet Time: We are Imago Dei

Dear God, You who breathed Your own image into dust and called it beloved— This morning I sat across from a woman at the food pantry whose hands shook as she reached for a bag of groceries. She wouldn't meet my eyes. Somewhere along the way, the world had convinced her she was invisible. But Isaiah 1:17 thunders across the centuries: "Learn to do right; seek justice.…