A Thawing Heart

For sometime now I have been pondering the question, "Why should my heart not dance?" When I read this question posed by Orual, I have realized that I am more like her and less like Psyche:

"And my struggle was this. You may well believe that I had set out sad enough; I came on a sad errand. Now, flung at me like frolic or insolence, there came as if it were a voice-no words- but if you made it into words it would be, "Why should your heart not dance?" It's the measure of my folly that my heart almost answered, "Why not?"

I have tasted life's bitterness, and have spent more time questioning than praising. I admit to having been in a battle against my thawing heart. A thawed heart means a move towards transparency. There is something incredibly desirable and frightening about that prospect.

As I come to understand my Redeemer's love for me, as He reveals His truths and promises to me, my heart can't help but thaw. Just as in nature, spring follows winter.

Spring is my favorite season. I love the delicate flowers, the brisk mornings, and the singular blades of grass. Although it's never predictable in Colorado, the marks of a thawing are always evident.

Spring is my heart right now. The seeds have been planted, the roots have grown deep. There are signs of life above the surface. I am being grown to look more like Psyche and less like Orual. My heart is learning to  dance.