So much progress seems to have been made. yet with one question it seems as thought everything is undone and the hurt returns. Sometimes I just don't get it. A question. That's all it was. A question, not an accusation. A wondering. The heart ... the relationship torn. Tears. Stinging words. It was just a question. An apology for asking the question offered ... yet not accepted. Tears of the heart.
It wouldn't matter, if I didn't care.
A random verse, sitting on my coffee table when I got home:
"In the world you will get kicked around, but keep cheerful. I have overcome the world." John 16:33
Ahhh ... if it were only so easy.
Sleep will heal the heart
1 comment:
This post is so poignant; thanks for sharing.
My grandmother had bleeding hearts growing by the side of the house. In the same bed, with the same vigor, grew lilies of the valley.
From a prospective 50 years later, I see strong symbolism.
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