the well is deep.

feeling as if i've come to see a glimpse of light.
a renewed desire for life.
the depth of my well.

each of us have a well in this life. a well of heartache and pain. past experiences you'd rather forget and journeys you'd prefer to leave unmentioned.
perhaps this past journey is one worth remembering - if only for the truth that i can see now.

for the longest time i felt my well of heartache was a target. my struggle and sin was obvious and known to those who surrounded me.

and for so long i've tried to run.
nights spent crying. days waking up to do much of the same.
feeling like i've been standing still while life happens around me.
what happened to my desire?

and then i stopped.
i looked around.
and i saw that everyone around me also has a well. a heartache in this life. and for the first time in a long time i saw beauty in the brokenness.

each of us desire to be loved despite the depth or consistency of our well but sometimes we're not willing to accept love - most often when our well is all we see.

butwe are just that.
loved.

you are loved.
even more than you desire.