I have a confession to make.
I see grace growing in my life.
I see an ability growing in my life to withstand loss and suffering. I don’t love it, but I can do it, and I do not fear it.
I see growing in my life, imperfectly but perceptibly, the capacity to be criticized and respond with unforced kindness and love.
I see in my life the beginnings of a genuine love and care for the one person I have never been able to love. Me.
I also see in my life areas of deep brokenness and darkness, with perhaps more clarity than I have ever seen them before. And yet they do not depress or discourage me, as I know one day they too will be forgiven, redeemed, and brought into the light.
I know this does not come from me, because it started at the very moment I ran out of me and seemingly had nothing left at all.