I’m not saying love was not offered–it was. The sweet women in our group welcomed me, sat by me, chatted as we made coffee. But the wounds I nursed were so painful that I was unable to soak it in. Love splashed off, ineffective.
This time was so different! The acceptance got through this year and soaked my heart.
To all the women who loved me that weekend, thank you!
When your engagement secret was shared, I squealed as I anticipated your joy to come.
Adoption hopes whispered over our pillows thrilled my heart for you and your future family.
You came on an impromptu picture-snatching adventure with me in the bright cold, and I felt like your sister.
You sat beside me for hours in the dark on a swaying bus, just to talk and listen.
You prayed with me,
You smiled at me,
you weren’t embarrassed to worship beside me.
But the real thanks welling up in my heart is to the One who has patiently dripped love into my crusty heart. Dripped and dripped so persistently and long. And then He gave me a milestone like Ignite. A two-year bookend–something to hold side by side for the difference–so I could compare the soils of me then and me now.
He used some of you, and my heart is so thankful!
If you feel like your own heart is impermeable, that it is too dry for love or friendship, take heart. He is a Spring of Living Water, and He doesn’t give up that easily.
If you feel like you are the water, continually poured on a hard one that won’t receive, take courage. The softening is His job–yours is to be the pipe, the spigot, that He pours through.