What stings worse than the words carelessly thrown out with violent abandon? The silence that shouts, tearing into and piercing my heart, spreading the message clearly that my hurt doesn’t matter. Already battling inflictions that threaten to engulf me, this knocks me down again. I know what I have and who I am and I am alone. But, not completely.

My God, will all of this be of use to you? I lay down the right to hurt if it brings me closer to you, take all of this and write your story, let my weakness be to your glory. Lord, don’t let my tears flow freely to the waste, I am seen by none and yet, you remain. Hear my cries and what my lips cannot say, I know nothing comes my way but by what you ordain. Take it all away. Help me push past this.