I asked God to soften my heart and winced when His shovel hit the soil; mourned when it rained, wailed as He tore the weeds from their throne in my soul.

Now, a year on, I've tasted and seen: He really is good, and so is His fruit.

grow, bloom, wither and die
die, grow, bloom and wither
wither, die, grow and bloom
bloom, wither, die and grow

You don't call the dawn cruel for taking its time - not when you've seen a sunrise

There's a whole world waiting outside your head
And it's a beautiful place, open the door, have a look.

How I feel ≠ who I am.