I keep looking.
I see a heart that has gotten stronger.
I see a heart that is learning to beat again, albeit slowly.
Yet, in that beautiful grace picture, I see a heart that needs the Father's heart now more than it ever has. I was once under this disillusionment that as I got stronger, I wouldn’t necessarily need to depend on God as I’ve had to the past almost year. Oh, how that thought has changed. The strength that this heart has received, comes only from the Father of my heart. That strength is poured straight from His heart into mine. Without it, I am nothing.