I cannot explain how grateful I am for February to be over. It is not as if February was awful, but it was hard. Harder than I imagined going into it. With more raw emotion than I have ever felt. I said at the beginning of last month that I had huge anticipation of what February would bring, knowing that it would be filled with joy and tears alike. It was. And honestly, I am still working through those joys and tears and I promise I will share when I can.
I wanted last month to make footprints, not really realizing what that meant. I think more of the footprints were in my own heart than I originally anticipated. I think I was planning on making a difference in others' lives more, and instead, mine was changed. Funny how God works.
I didn't read as much as I planned. I am super behind on my Bible in a Year plan. I haven't started a Lent scripture study. I am so thankful for God's grace or I could feel like a failure. But I don't.
I know that this month will go down in the books as one that had many intentional nights, and that's the whole point, right? Not to live life and let it slip away.
Troubles come for everyone,
Death has no respect for love.
Roll that stone I won't be found.
Ain't no grave gonna hold me down.
