A Blog is Born Again

I began a blog a while back and eventually deleted it from existence.  I believe the work I did brought about self-reflection and eventually self-improvement but something was still broken inside of me.  I spent countless hours firmly planted in my computer chair writing/blogging/writing/blogging.  Time wasn't the only investment; I exhausted myself as I fervently poured everything I had into doing something I believed in.

I could devote an entire blog about what I believe in. But the one thing I failed to believe in all along was myself.  So I set out on a journey to get to the root of my self-doubt.

A series of events led me through the tangled snares of my past to the seeds of self-hatred.  At the heart was a bitter knot gnarled with anguish and pain. I felt like an amateur gardener ill equipped for the job at hand; hacking away at the ugly overgrowth of briar and bramble in an attempt to remove the choking weeds and find life.

A life of purpose.  A life of joy.

In order for beauty to spring forth I had to endure a season of pain.  Pain that tore me apart like the unrelenting claws of a garden tool and left me crying tears into the dirt; clinging to life with one small budding hope.  

I found a life filled with purpose and joy on the other side of wilting fields of sorrow.  I found a place to bloom.  This is that place and a blog is born again.

Jason Gray-Nothing Is Wasted

The hurt that broke you heart

And left you trembling in the dark
Feeling lost and alone
Will tell you hope's a lie
But what if every tear you cry
Will seed the ground where joy will grow

(chorus)
Nothing is wasted
Nothing is wasted
In the hands of our Redeemer
Nothing is wasted

It's from the deepest wounds
That beauty finds a place to bloom 
And you will see before the end
That every broken piece is
Gathered in the heart of Jesus
And what's lost will be found again

(chorus)
Nothing is wasted
Nothing is wasted
In the hands of our Redeemer
Nothing is wasted

(Bridge)
When hope is more than you can bear
And it's too hard to believe it could be true
And your strength fails you halfway there
You can lean on me and I'll believe for you
And in time you will believe it too

(chorus)
Nothing is wasted
Nothing is wasted
Sometimes we are waiting
In sorrow we have tasted
But joy will replace it
Nothing is wasted
In the hands of our Redeemer
Nothing is wasted