This story inked into the pages of our history, about the one Man who dripped with blood and hung naked on the wooden beam of an old rugged cross. About his halting breaths that make for our one full breath, of his haunting claim that leaves us forever claimed --- this story that proves the dead can rise to life.
And when you choose to remember your regrets instead of your redemption, you can live believing you're wounded and broken when you're actually whole and redeemed, and born to be bigger than any of your bruises.
And when you've convinced yourselves that it's really time to walk away is when you really walk away from the grace that's able to reconcile two broken halves together. When you decide to carry hurts unexplainable is when you compromise the gift of His love so unsurmountable to break impossible barriers, and remake deeply broken lives.
Breaking up is always painful. And you may feel like no one sees you - or understand the depth of the agony you're going through. But He does. And His compassion on you will walk you through your hard.
The wonder of love can get murky through the scrapes of life. And we can lose the wonder of love when we really choose to be in control. Because the way to live life in control is to give the key of control to the One who really can control.
...that perhaps to start a new season right is to begin with pursuing an intimacy with God not just for a period of time, but as a preoccupation of life
This is our song of courage, our praise for every pain, and the faith for our fear so we need not be scarred over our failures, or scared over our problems ahead.