There has been a lot of talk lately about wholehearted living within the circles of my life. My relationships have discussed it, the books I've been reading have proclaimed it a worthy goal, and my own inner examination has revealed the need for it.
What I know for certain is that I am not alone in my need for soul-heart repair. So much of life seems specifically designed to puncture and blister wounds, into the very portion of the anatomy we were designed to live from. As I have sought to make an honest assessment of my soul-heart, I have rediscovered a rhythm still beating out, with staccato accuracy, the cry for freedom.
If you, like me, have found a similar pulse beating within your heart, I would like to encourage you to embrace that awareness and go with it. Don't view the fact that you may have areas of wholeness yet to reach as a negative. See it simply as fact and be willing to walk, as best you can, in a season of searching. I've set myself that task as well. Who knows what depths of freedom are yet reachable?
Some have called these portions of life a "winter" season, to which I must agree. It feels barren and cold, dark and lonely. However, winter always leads to spring; the season of growth and redemption. As I have been processing my way through this "winter" I've been finding strength in a quote by Albert Camus, "In the depth of winter I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."
In this journey to wholehearted living, I am embracing that aptly worded hope by Albert. I have been finding encouragement not only there, but within the pages of Psalms, called by Calvin "An anatomy of all the parts of the soul." I have reacquainted myself with David there, embracing his own "winter" season. I have also discovered that winter was not the sum total of his life. As "a man after God's own heart" he found within HIM an invincible summer. My goal is to do the same.