February

A month of grace glimmering in the in-between moments. Of rainy days, mist-shrouded mountains, and mudpuddles carrying the promise of coming spring. Of being reminded that the captain of our salvation is bringing many sons to glory. A month of startled amazement at the wonder and joy children carry with them to meet each day. The joy of the Lord is your strength. Of mornings cloaked in quiet and long afternoon walks. A month of remembering that we have been called to a life of love awake. Of awe that the King of glory pursues us, that He has chosen us. Fear will not find me, cause I’ll be dwelling in the house of God. A month of new sights and new friends and a rekindled assurance that God is ceaselessly working through His people in a myriad of ways and means. He has done all things well. Of learning to lean on the everlasting arms that can hold up the weight of the whole world, that were stretched wide on a wooden cross for you and for me. His long work of faithfulness has stretched across countless eons of time and ages of men and has never once faltered, not even for a moment. A month of reassurance that His love will never let us go, that He is incapable of failing us. He is with us in our suffering, and what we endure now cannot be compared with the glory that awaits us. A month of bringing my wandering heart back to Him every single day.

“For you were like sheep going astray, but have now returned to the Shepherd and Overseer of your souls.” – 1 Peter 2:25