Sunday, August 24, 2008


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.


Paul said...

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

Alice said...

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