Spring

I was born in the spring time.  March 11th to be exact.  Just like those bulbs pushing their way through the darkness into the light of a new day, I have seen my share of dirt.  Life has thrown dirt on me and splashed me with muddy water.  People have driven stakes through my heart and tried to tear up my roots.  "I lift my eyes to the mountains, where does my help come from?" Psalm 121:1  
By the grace of God I am still holding on.  God knew how much dirt would be thrown my way.  He also knew that because of him and who he made me to be, I would not stay down forever.  He knew that because of the pillars he has placed in my life, and the light above me, I would be able to hold on and pull myself up.  That as the light hit my face I would gain strength and beauty because of the place I came from.  The place where I was broken and withered, thinking I just might die.  
I am thankful for my struggles.  I am thankful for my brokenness.  I am thankful for the pain of losing a loved one and the anguish of a broken heart.  I am thankful because these things make me who I am today…
"Remember me in the light of your unfailing love, for you are merciful, O Lord." Psalm 25:7b
"I will be glad and rejoice in your unfailing love, for you have seen my troubles, and you care about the anguish of my soul." Psalm 31:7