I was wondering out loud to myself the other day, why would God bring us to a church where there was so much love, so much support; I can actually feel the support lifting me up. I think I know why.
I feel like that brand new spring flower poking it's head up through the soil, you know the one that is so ugly and green; all it wants is the sun to touch it and make it beautiful. I feel my soul reaching up towards the Son, and I can't wait to see what kind of flower I become with His love shining down on me. My church family is like the loving gardener that knows the flower will come - with lots of love, watering and waiting.
I can share my heart with these people, they don't judge me, they love me, pray for me, and that means the world to me. They have hugged me just when I need it, pushed me outside of my comfort zone and loved me in spite of myself.
When doubts come I just tell myself that God has forgiven me, and so I forgive myself - my past will not hold me back. I am capable of so much more than I can even dream, and God is the one that put that potential inside of me. If there was ever a time that I should be depressed, it should be now; but I'm not...I want to shout from the rooftops what God has done for me.
