Don’t mind the pieces of your heart scattered on that floor. There’s no shame.
The inside torment that keeps your addiction alive can come, too.
For some, God has been waiting for you to move forward with Him. His open doors were given, yet you left Him “holding the bag.”
In the variation of the trees and the uniqueness of each leaf, I can see the heart of our creative Lord.
His attention to unique details gives you a glimpse at His artistry and love for beauty.
Let them see the tears that fall
For then, they see permissions call
To grieve in their own unique way
Your tears are footprints for some today
When the sun sets I ask the Lord
Did I, today, carry well Your sword
Is there a heart I overlooked
Or casually misunderstood?