To A New Season
I thought I had it. I thought I can handle everything. That was what I THOUGHT . I have been broken and crushed multiple times. Like a glass my heart has been shattered to pieces. I pick the pieces and like a puzzle try to figure out how to put them together. Sadly, I always end up worse. Not only do I have a broken heart but also wounded hands. I am never successful in putting my heart back together on my own. Never. Being broken is not fun. (Totally NOT.) It is a period in life that I wish I need not to go through. It is a time when I just want to press the fast forward button and skip all the hurt and pain and jump into the happy ending. But no, I cannot. How I wish it is that easy. Why do I have to be broken? Why do I have to shed tears? These are questions that I ask the Lord. Why do I have to be sad? Why do I have to feel the hurt and the pain? Why do I have to feel discouraged at times? Why do I have to feel insignificant? Why do I have