I am amazed constantly at God’s love for me.
He knows exactly what to whisper down into my soul every time it is bruised, every time it takes a hit. When my heart is torn open, He is right there applying salve. Applying His love. Filling the gaping wounds with encouragement & grace, with strength & mercy. He restores my joy. He lifts my head when I just can’t.
He truly is the Greatest Love of my life.
I may find myself in a lonely place again, after thinking I had finally found the last One. I may still be bent over in anguish with the letdown of such anticipation for the future. Over the loss of the great joy I felt being loved & cared for by someone special & having the privilege to give it in return. I may have been blind-sided while my enemy laughed at the failure of it all – spitting at me & shoving me down when I attempted to rise.
He has & He will continue to bring good from the heartbreak. What was taken will be restored. And then some.
Because that is the God I serve. That I love. Most of all, that I am loved by. So. Dearly. Loved.
In this moment, I can see the sunrise on the horizon. I feel the gentle breeze of hope blowing through me, where just 2 days ago I felt nothing close. I will take it.
Oh my God, You are so worthy.
Thank you for not leaving me lying there.
Thank you for not turning away when my faith bottomed out & I let the joy seep from my being. Bit by agonizing bit.
I gave up for a little while. I can’t believe I gave up. I forgot who I was. I forgot Whose I was.
Thank you for not letting me stay in that dark, awful space.
For loving me through it, at my ugliest. At my emptiest.
For believing in me when I lost the ability.
I am believing for more & more better days Lord.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the muck and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. – Psalm 40:2
Much Love y’all & big, beautiful eternal Hope,
(image borrowed from a post a friend found on Instagram – it speaks)