Main door open so just the screen is closed. I can hear the birds singing this morning. It’s not quite warm enough to sit on the porch, but the fresh air can come in. And I get the gleam of the lake, too.
I want to keep trying to be brave. I want to keep trying to be honest.
I reach for words that will comfort, that will remind me that I am not alone and the winter won’t last.
I am still confident of this:
I will see the goodness of the LORD
in the land of the living.
Wait for the LORD;
Be strong and take heart
And wait for the LORD.
Spring is coming.
It’s already literally here with the season. But the spring of my heart–Your healing work, hope, life, life in full–I hope that spring is coming. It may be a way off, but I hope it is at least in motion, is coming my way, even if it crawls.
It is so hard for me to hope. But I am trying. Oh Lord, You know I am trying.
This is part of an ongoing series that will share excerpts of my book-in-progress, tentatively titled Grappling for Good: Revealing grace to light the dark. It’s my journey through a year of unexpected circumstances and soul excavation to discover the goodness of God in surprising ways.