Broken places of the heart
Do not fit the role
They leave us withered and beaten
And they cause tremendous pain to our soul.
At times I begin to wonder
How does God have the patience to fix it all?
Isn't His effort needed for the process
Far beyond His redemption from The Fall?
Trusting Him alone becomes a place
I would prefer to enter and not return
Until the battle has been won
But not with the further wounding and the burns.
I know I believe the promise
I live it out each day
I may look and sound a little tattered
My loved ones barely understand
But my hope is in Him and not myself
And that is where I remain.
Before you can live a part of you has to die. You have to let go of what could have been, how you should have acted and what you wish you would have said differently. You have to accept that you can’t change the past experiences, opinions of others at that moment in time or outcomes from their choices or yours. When you finally recognize that truth then you will understand the true meaning of forgiveness of yourself and others. From this point you will finally be free.” ~Shannon Alder