Sunday, August 24, 2008

Breakable



Sometimes, I need Him to strike me, to crack me, to break me open. I need Him to flay away that outer shell and reveal what's hidden inside. To let me out, free me, release me.

Other times, I need Him to hold me and stroke me. To wrap Himself around me and hold me together. To keep me from shattering into a million pieces.

He always knows whether He needs to pull the pieces apart or hold them all together. He knows when I'm tough and He knows when I'm fragile.

2 comments:

Paul said...

Alice, body language is communication at a high level, but reading it needs to be learnt.
Warm hugs,
Paul.

Alice said...

Paul, When it comes to me, he has always been fluent in all of my languages.