Inhale

Some people feel guilty about their anxieties and regard them as a defect of faith but they are afflictions, not sins. Like all afflictions, they are, if we can so take them, our share in the passion of Christ. - C.S. Lewis



This winter goes down on record as heavy and tumultuous. I can hardly believe how many days have gone by that I've felt pangs of sorrow and melancholy - it often seemed never-ending. It has been 168 days since T and I broke up - that's a really long time and yet it can feel like a minute ago. 

I've struggled over these several months to understand what God is doing - how He is loving me in this hour - where He is taking me. As Spring forces its way into New England, I'm thankful that no matter how low the valley, dark the hour or deep the pain has seemed, I have had a perfect companion on the journey. My life is not my own, and instead of feeling frustrated that I can't control it - today I'm feeling relieved that if it isn't my own, I don't have to sit until I figure out what's next. I'm free to put one foot in front of the other because my Savior is directing each step. 

Here's to new life, the changing of seasons and the hope of healing - in part now, and one day in whole.