{The primary purpose of this blog is to share joy and highlights, but today I feel the need to remind myself of His consistency to me in hard times, though I've not always explained them in this space. So I write…}
In the stillness of late night or perhaps it is early morning?—all the household hush with slow rhythmic breathing and the gentle whirring of ceiling fans…
I awake.
I am drawn to old journals, words scribbled on bound paper, some written in haste, some with more deliberate thought :: whispers and cries of my heart in the past year. I reflect and review this season of time, this slice of history that has molded my character, seared itself into my memory…becoming a part of me forever.
And I remember.
It has been a difficult year, these past twelve months :: reminding me of summer’s intense heat that threatens to scorch and burn away the good as well—times of great memories mixed in with the messiness.
Both laughter and tears are my companions as I read. I wonder about and wander through page after page, thought after thought, lament and praise from one set of lips. And He reminds me of the greatest of these, the one hope forming a foundation for these scraps of utterance written on paper…
He has loved me with an everlasting love.
And I have made feeble and often faulty attempts at extending that love into situations and people around me, rather wanting to protect and shelter my own emotions from the storm. Still…You loved me Jesus.
Unconditional, steady and fervently passionate as You embraced my joy and sorrow—this mix I could not at times understand, but just needed to accept.
My friend, the One and only, the Lover of my soul…I thank You. Once again with scraps of words that will never adequately express how I truly feel,
Thank you for this love. I would have been completely undone without Your presence and steadfast mercy. Therefore, my heart rejoices and gives praise,
to the One who loves.
