{February} Where Love Lingers | Original

Here, the heavy heart that’s only known the piercing chill of winter becomes a wanderer in search of steady, thawing ground. Calloused voices are silenced — no longer holding power over the heart’s source of worth. Soft echoes of the Gardener’s voice weave between every flower — speaking beauty, hope, patience, and dignity into every worthy wound. Healing takes root, saturating all brokenness with the warm light of Love. Even when winter hasn’t run its full course, this Love will always linger — like a fire that heats the whole house, never dying out. Here, the heart lays down its heaviness and follows the echoes of the Gardener, who sets forth a path toward the Home He already built long ago, quietly awaiting the heart’s arrival. It rests upon holy ground that’s far more steady, lush, and blooming than imaginable in the depths of winter. Here, the heart finds its Home — where flowers reflect the One who tends to them, and where Love always lingers.