This fall, my heart was broken in so many ways. I experienced betrayal on a level that has me grieving relationships that were my everything... that were supposed to be my always. Slowly, I have started picking up the pieces, but there has been nothing about this season that has been easy.
In all of this, I have found myself seeking refuge in safe places with safe people.
You remember that tree that Zacchaeus climbed to get a better view of Jesus as he passed through Jericho? Well, God has given me my very own Sycamore, where, I too, can see him better.
My Sycamore just happens to be right outside my bedroom door. Our builder built this porch swing just for me and it has become my very own refuge. It is where I reflect and it is where I pray. It is the where I do bible studies, where I read, and even where I have been known to sneak in a nap. You won't find a better spot to watch the springtime storms roll in across the water and you definitely wont find a better place to feel wrapped in the arms of His love.
As I look out at the water, soak in the sunsets, listen to the raindrops, I know I'm being put back together in a better way.
This season will pass, I will heal, and one day I will look back and see what a beautiful masterpiece He has created with this heartache. And no matter how long that takes, I'll never forget, that this porch swing was the place where God met me, when I needed him most.