|Life Emerging By the Creek|
“What I would give to just go back to last week.”
The joy and vision He instilled in me last springtime on the mountain was for purposes and glory I could not imagine, still cannot fully fathom. They stand at the door of my present grief, asking questions I cannot answer.
We are promised life.
The flowers and the trees are radiant epistles from heaven, beckoning us nearer. They call us to Hope, to knowing death is not the end, but the beginning.
Are you struggling to move forward from the devastation of grief? Does springtime seem an insult to your pain? You are not alone. I am praying for you, broken one, that wherever you find yourself today, you can hope with me.
Share your story of springtime hope with me.