We forget that every day we’re lifting our head from the pillow counts as something. We forget how strong we truly are.
You heal—one piece, one fragment, one crack at a time—because you can, because you deserve to.
The truth is, our lives are going to be hard, even if and when we pray or listen or rely on Him. But in all things, all moments, all days, all challenges—He is good.
You cannot rush the reconstruction of a heart.
Don’t try to make your ugliness pretty. Don’t try to turn heartbreak into something picture-perfect. It sucks. And it’s okay that it sucks.
Sometimes God uses the tough moments to teach us. That we do not have to exist here on our own. That we should never carry burdens without help. That we are infinitely valuable, even when we don’t believe or see this worth.
Your smile will reform. Your thoughts will spin from negative to positive. Your vision will refocus so you are able to see the beauty in the world and the beauty hidden within your marrow.
What you have, what you’ve always had is your Father’s love. And His love will fill every broken piece, every cracked crevice, every spot of loneliness, or fear, or longing you feel.
Today, I will remember to be still. To take in the beauty around me and release what is not mine to fix, or heal, or change.
Cry, if you must. Shout, if you want. Run, if it helps. But take your time and deal with the whole process patiently.