Resurrected

Winter has passed.

It did what it came to do.

It stripped me,

shaped me,

and in the silence

it taught me to wait.

The waiting pruned me.

The stillness refined me.

The storms

they strengthened me.

The rains came like mercy,

washing over old wounds,

cleansing,

purifying.

I thought I was buried,

but I was being planted.

Now I rise

Changed.

Resurrected.

No longer the same.

He has transformed me

with nothing but grace

He has made me radiant

glorious

beautiful to behold.

I am no longer unloved,

forgotten,

abandoned

or rejected.

Those labels died in Winter.

They stayed in the grave

And now

I rise.

Resurrected.

Spring is here.

It is time.

Time to take His hand,

To walk out the tomb

and into the new.

Into promise

Into purpose

Into joy.

I AM Resurrected.