For when your heart hurts…

I sit in my chair.

I write.

I hit delete.

 

Indecision.

To post or not to post.

To share or not to share.

 

When the pain is deep and the hurt seems more than I can bear…

Writing’s a balm to my soul. 

 

In the dark of the night

When all’s quiet

Children slumber

I lie awake

Wondering

Pondering

Weeping

Grieving

Waiting for the other shoe to drop.

 

But in the midst

When all’s pain

I AM

Here with me

Here in me

 

Holding

Comforting

Reassuring

Pressing

Tugging

Molding 

Shaping

Pruning

Perfecting

 

Into His image

Into who I really am

 

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18

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