My heart is cracked. I don’t want it to be broken again but there is a chance that could happen it has happened again. On the outside, to everyone else, I know the right words, I appear strong and able. In the quiet moments with myself I cry, I weep. No one but God knows the agony in my heart.
Knowing that He knows the plan is not always enough. I trust that He will protect me and be with me in my moments of need but still I am empty inside, longing for what I don’t have, sorrowful for what has been lost. I rejoice in what I have. I love what He has done for me, and who He has put in my life and yet….the tears fall into pools of self doubt and self pity; neither of which are from Him.
Somewhere there is a cry left unheard, a need left unmet. I pray God will lead me to the cry, to the need. That through Him and in His timing my cry too will be heard, and my need met.