As I go through this process of healing I am finding my heart is quite ugly. Being in the presence of a Holy God does that to you, I suppose. Light shines on the darkness — that insipid darkness both familiar and foreign — and you realize the striking contrast of you and God. And there is no despair — there is hope.
God is healer. He is washing me clean. He is giving me new life in the places that are dead. He’s beautiful, wonderful, awesome in that way. So very thankful I get to spend time with Him. So very thankful that I have this time to reflect.
Thankful for my heart that is healing.