A few days ago, I fell… again. Adding another crack to my already scarred heart… As if the tissues long repaired weren’t enough. And new wounds had to be inflicted every now and then, Get healed, form a new scar… My heart remodeled and never the same.
My troubled mind wonders, How many times do we have to lose our wings while we’re up on air? Or sink under the depths of the ocean, drowned by our pain?
The thought of the next fall can become haunting… As the memories of the previous one(s) are etched in our soul… And sometimes we search for ways to hide and save ourselves from another cut.
But when does God come to our aid – Is it when we are able to climb the ladder with ease, Or when one of its steps crack and break and leads us to the ground? When do we feel God’s mercy wrap around us – In times of celebration or in moments of depression?
When are we most deserving of His comfort?
TheLordis a refugefor the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. — Psalm 9:9 (NIV)
His love shines… When we become one with Him through our wounds. And His love will remain… For we are together with Him in redemption.
The strength to get up again and move on a better human being…
Renewed… Never the same…
All because of His grace…
That’s where beauty resides.
Yet I will rejoice in theLord,
I will joy in the God of my salvation. — Habakkuk 3:18 (NKJV)
