“Go on now, go, walk
out the door”
This week has been
difficult. I’ve been hurt, bludgeoned, stabbed in the chest. I have felt the loneliness
and emptiness of trusting too much too soon. I have, regretfully, allowed
another person to take up space in my heart. My head has been dealt a serious
blow but the message has suddenly become crystal clear. Truth, so it seems, has
been a mixture of shattered promises and convincing lies. And so, I am left
wondering how I missed something so obvious, someone so arrogantly
self-serving. The series of compliments, whisperings of sweet-nothings,
showering of gifts…it turns out some people will say and do just about anything
to get something they want.
I’m stuck picking up
the pieces (again) of my glass heart. The pieces will come together again. Each
time, it seems I get a little stronger. I get a little closer to gluing the
fragments back together into one piece. I pray for renewed strength. I pray for
courage, and the ability to forgive and forget. I believe something remarkable
will happen to me. I will somehow be given a new sense of strength. I know this
because my hope is never going to walk out the door. There is one greater than
I, more superior to the coward who broke my heart. He is always looking out for
me. He is with me, and for that I can be grateful for everything that has
happened—good and bad.
“I’m not that chained
up little person still in love with you”
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