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No more turning back. |
This is where it all began.
In a place where water meets the sun.Two years ago. Lenten season. A black Saturday.
What brought me here then was a broken heart and a drifting spirit. Not knowing that this is where God would eventually break me. No, crush me. Ground me. Hurt me.
It was here where my brokenness has led me to be made whole. To be mended heart and soul. To be confronted with greater breaking. To be defeated by a love so life-changing. To be drowned with grace so fierce that nothing would be left in me undone.
It was here on this place--where waves constantly crashing the sea would eternally remind me--that surrender has led to victory, defeat has turned to glory, and brokenness has turned to beauty. What more can one say? 'Coz when grace becomes so real it melts your heart away, it melts you in a wonderful way.
On days that I would look back along the journey of the faith, I'd find myself in a place where water meets the sun. And there with the last rays of a dying sun, I would bask in the glory of the divine. And remind myself of the blessings which came from a surrender, and the grace that led to the birth of a fighter.
In this place where water meets the sun, where waves constantly crash the sand, a man has died to self and God has raised a warrior.