Dearest Reader,

It’s midnight— I can barely keep my eyes open, and I don’t regret the silence here one bit. Truthfully, I admit that I’ve even tried sharing my heart…but the right words never came or wove together. The privilege of vulnerability and the boasting of Yahweh and His goodness brings such joy. I’ve missed it. I really have. But also with silence and privacy is a sweetness I wouldn’t trade for anything. 2014 has been so very full. I’m in awe of all its bringings.

I’ve spent these past few months asking, seeking, knocking, finding, growing— walking through the valleys and looking to the glory above. Reading through the Psalms of God’s kindness and through James, a bondservant who remained faithful until the end…through The Cross Centered Life & Trusting God that challenge and encourage my soul. Realizing that through the uncertainty, there is much to remain certain of. To be low is to be high, to have faith is to trust, to love is to die to self. To be brought to your knees, cut to the core, shaken all over, is to hear the words of love.

There’s been much surprising joy, aching sorrows, and wonderful grace. Comfort in loving arms and singing of light in darkness’ midst. Resting knowing that I am where I ought and everything will turn out alright because of sovereignty’s promise. Hearing the sweet words of, “Do not fear.” (Lamentations 3:57) It’s been a sweet season, winter has. Funny how you never think a valley could last so long or run so deep. Normally I’m not a fan of the season, but I’m realizing that now, deep down, I’m beginning to become rather thankful for it and the time to slow down and ponder His love in the morning and His faithfulness at night.

How has winter been treating you?

Cheers, friend.
Hannah