It's been a dark winter in my soul. I've always been a glass-half-full kinda gal. Optimistic to say the least. Mostly unlikely to be bent toward depression. But I've really struggled with sadness in my heart in recent days. Anger at times. Mostly just blah. It's unfamiliar territory, which is the hardest part of all.
But amidst the gloominess in my heart and in the outdoors, there is the hope and joy of spring. The days are becoming brighter, warmer. The dust and dinginess within me is yearning for the celebration of Easter- the great reminder of what God has done to restore my heart, my soul, my mind. All of me. A true occasion to celebrate.
And so I wait in this bright sadness. I embrace the reality of the less-than-beautiful outside and my less-than-beautiful inside. I open my heart to the one who created the outdoors and who knit me together inside my mother's womb. The one who will make things new again. Beautiful again. Soon.