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.
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Alice, body language is communication at a high level, but reading it needs to be learnt.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Paul, When it comes to me, he has always been fluent in all of my languages.
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