The Flowering of Wounds
Friends,
It’s a gift to be partnering with Missio Alliance again, writing about a cross-shaped vision of beauty—a beauty that will save the world. Thank you for reading. This piece cost me something to write because it asked me to honestly confront my wounds and doubts, to hold them up to where I last saw the light and trust that something true would shine through. Though I sense myself slowly emerging from this valley, it has been a long, slow walk (at times, a crawl) through the Valley of the Shadow of Depression as I work with my doctor to find the right balance with medication. I’ve wanted to give up many times, but so many of you have offered hope and encouragement when I’ve needed it most. Thank you. If you think of it, please pray for me. I so want to be well and to bask in the light of joy again. But something tells me that truest, deepest joy — like beauty — starts in the wounds of Christ. For now, I will keep close to the side of Christ, trusting in the fountain of living water flowing from His pierced body. And maybe that is all Jesus asks of those of us who walk through trials: to keep watch and wait with Him in the garden, until the day breaks and the shadows flee.
Keeping watch with you,
Katelyn