My constant excuse is, “I’ve just had a hard week.” When, in reality, it’s been hard for a lot longer than that. Keep pushing, Keep going on, Keep moving. Until you’re burnt out and have nothing left to give. There is something wrong with this picture. We have to be missing some important part of…
In those seasons, I still invest. I still show up. Even if I don’t feel or hear anything from the lover of my soul, I still make him a priority. Just like a tree in winter looks barren and sometimes even a little dead, it doesn’t last that way forever, spring does come again, and so do the leaves, flowers and fruit in their time.
It’s a defense mechanism, and we hold so tightly to it so we don’t get hurt. The thing is though, it’s preventing you from having full, life-giving, rich relationships.
For a moment I got a glimpse of what God feels about me (and you). It’s not someone holding his breath desperately hoping I don’t mess up.