Two months ago my house looked like this:
SPRING!!! But really, this picture doesn’t do justice to the explosion of life that has taken place around the house with the yellow door. It feels like a fairy tale every time I pull into my driveway (…is this real???)
Spring has snuck up not only on my house, but my heart as well.
November brought my first snowfall (in Buffalo, NY) and a season of brokenness. It felt like my skin had turned inside out as I began to dive into a deeper level of emotional healing.
I got off Facebook and signed up for counseling.
I stopped hanging out with people as much. While everyone was getting engaged or getting ready to have babies, I would get away to my room.
It was there I would spend sweet, sweet time with the Lord. On the floor.
When I came home from the World Race four years ago I was met with disappointment after disappointment. My spirit was so low – the floor seemed like the only place to meet with God (because I knew he was down there with me.) I would lie on my back or kneel with my forehead resting on the hard wood, praying, crying, waiting.
And so, just as I did four years ago – I spent the last few months meeting God on the floor.
Recently, however, I’ve been meeting with God in my bed. The floor doesn’t seem right anymore. My spirits are higher. Stronger.
It’s been a gradual progression. And I’m still in process. But on Thursday I made a spontaneous decision to get out of my room and go see a movie with two friends after work. On a school night!
New waves of life are pulsing through my veins.
A few months ago I looked like this:
Now I’m all like this:
Spring is here and I can’t complain…