I don’t want to forget this time.
I know what it’s like to grow bitter and be filled with angst. I walked through it as a younger Sawyer. But I know that when I resist the rawness of my emotions and attempt to put walls up as if to protect myself, I am resisting an opportunity to allow God to move in my heart.
May this time be a reflection of surrender. A time that we fall on our knees and fall in love with the King of Kings, who brings healing and revival. May our hearts beat again. May our eyes smile for us. May we live in the fullness of God, instead of sitting in a suffocated mess. May our tears shine the truest, purest form of adoration towards a Father who holds us and reminds us of comfort and acceptance and peace.
I don’t want to forget this time that I chose love. A time when I embraced the freshness of the wind, when I danced beside courage and boldness, and learned the depths and elegance of vulnerability. The younger me missed out on this. I won’t make the same mistake twice.