Turn up the volume on your computer speakers and listen to the first song playing on this blog, "Love is You." I first heard it driving through Washington DC in a fierce rainstorm that threatened to blow me right off the road. Knuckles white as I strangled the steering wheel, the loveliest melody and lyrics on the radio caught my attention. In the back seat, the baby slept while the older two watched a DVD, totally oblivious to my tears.
I wept with gratitude for Sean's steadfast love and how it has made me a better person. The realization that I was capable of giving this love, to others for sure, but to myself filled me with joy. So much healing after so many years of pain and struggle. But above all, I had to thank the One who is the very source of love. Without Jesus, my life would be bare, a scraggly tree in a harsh landscape...stripped. In the years since I entrusted my heart and life into His care, Spring
has come, replenishing the barren landscape with wondrous color and unexpected beauty.
Freedom to breathe.
A perfect definition. Love is You, God.