I noticed the way her eyes changed. That when she was loved, she took note. She stood up straighter. She smiled more.
She transformed.
And I was such a broken version of love to her, my friend.
Their eyes- they were tired and broken inside when they didn't think they were loved. And I thought, If only I could love deeper and longer, harder and better.
But when I dug to the bottom of my heart I found that I didn't have all that much to give.
This blog was born out of a time in my life where I was struggling and life was hard. At the time, I didn't see how flowers could bloom in the garden of my soul. It was dark in there, but I clung to God's truth that he is good and that "suffering produces perseverance, perseverance character, and character, hope." I believed that in time, Flowers will Bloom.
