I’ve always loved the morning time. Sipping coffee, watching the sun come up, listening to the birds gently waking the world with their songs. But this past season, mornings haven’t been so easy & I’ve found it hard to enjoy them. It took a lot more effort to get out of bed, to want to wake up with the sun. The coffee helped yeah, but the joy of it all wasn’t there. Until recently. It’s slowly been getting easier to put my feet back on the ground, to rise with joy instead of heaviness. To celebrate in the morning & throughout my days.
This past season felt like a lot of pieces of me were lost, and I couldn’t quite figure out how to get them back. It has been messy & it’s taken a hell of a lot of work, but I slowly see the pieces returning, only they’re stronger than before. I’m realizing they were never gone, they were simply hidden. Being shaped & molded amidst the mess. Refined in the secret places. It took some fighting to uncover them but those pieces of me are coming back, and I’m beginning to feel a lot lighter again. To feel me again.
Know that if you’re in a heavy season, you’re not alone. And know it won’t last forever, I promise. Keep fighting for yourself, for your joy. Even when you don’t feel like it. And know there’s someone who is fighting for your heart. To heal you & make you whole, and He’ll bring you back to yourself & make it all more beautiful than before.