Last year, God broke the ground of my heart. And it was broken hard. Cracked wide open, because that was the only way I was going to receive God the way He desired me. God wanted all of my delight. Every last bit. Nothing in part. Nothing halfway. So the ground of my heart was broken.
You guys have read about it. Over and over and over again. My heart was thirsty. And weary. And dry. When God broke my heart open, it wasn’t to bring me heartache. It was to give me His desire for me…. joy and hope and wholeness. I could only find my heart desires in God Himself. And I did!
It’s April now, and a year removed from that first breaking of heart ground. I don’t always realize just how much God has changed me until I’m digging through the hard soil in our yard, preparing a patched-up home for new flowers. My hands feel gritty, but the earth feels good. I can’t help but think how different these two springs have been for me…and how much life has grown back rich and filled with God. Continue reading