For the weary heart, your new beginning
So long, winter. Hello, spring!
What the Lord planted in the garden of your heart last autumn has taken root, awoken and is coming forth. Breaking the surface with fresh green.
I know it’s been a hard season. I know you’ve fallen asleep with a damp pillowcase. You’ve clung to promises from the Lord even when you couldn’t imagine them being fulfilled. You’ve struggled to put your feelings into words. And yet you endured. You’re longing for this spring as a new beginning. And I pray that it is.
He loves me… he loves me still?
I needed Jesus’ love. I needed him for everyday challenges. He broke through with a song, sung over me, softening my heart as I peered out the train window at maple trees. He loves me, like actually, intensely. I had falsely believed he had been aloof, unconcerned about my suffering, just waiting to bring me to heaven. No wonder I had run so far believing such heresy. I thought he could be my last chance option, like fire insurance, just before I died. As if I could live a full, fun life apart from his control and judgment. But, sweet friend, he loved me so.