My desperate heart is clanging against my crumbling bones in the fastest of manners. Why?
My thoughts are penetrated and stirred by this fact: I am broken.
This thought has come to me as both a beautiful and heart-breaking thing.
I'm beginning to accept this fact. Now I'm beginning to wonder if others will to accept this, or if I will continued to be passed on by.
I am broken.
My desperate heart is crying out for more.
More passion. More JOY. More fire. Just more.
There's a small spark inside of me...but when will it turn into an uncontrollable blaze?
1 comment:
Seek him first.....seek him when you are at the lowest of lows...seek him when desperate, he will set you on fire...but the true test is to keep the flame going and protected in the storms. the winds..the craziness of life. you are in that amazing season, realizing this whole time, we are in the middle of the storm allowing the enemy to attack, to blow at our flame. NOT HAPPENING> you are strong. loves
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