I live a life constructed together while I feel immovably disparate from the one(s) whom I share it with.
I don’t know how to change it. I alone cannot. I strive and come up empty with the sting of rejected desires and the reality that many expectations will go unmet. On this side of eternity, I may still wrestle.
Knowing I have everything and yet, often nurse a heavy weight that doesn’t show up on film
This distance and pain is grace that hurls me into HIS arms. The one who sees me. The only one to take this to. Lover of my soul. Author of my faith. Bridegroom. Bread of Life. Wonderful counselor. Just to name a few.
He keeps showing me my heart. It’s condition worse than I once believed. And yet, it is in this place of time and space that I am to be. A child is chosen to be his even as he is still healing me