you are who you are for a reason
you're part of an intricate plan.
you're a precious and perfect unique design,
called god's special woman or man.
the parents you had were the ones he chose,
and no matter how you may feel,
they were custom-designed with his plan in mind,
they bear the master's seal.
no, that trauma you faced was not easy.
and god wept that it hurt you so.
but it allowed to shape your heart,
so that into his likeness you'd grow.
No particular/specific preaching but I thought it was beautiful (:
I've gone through a few rough patches in recent weeks, dealt more blows than I thought my heart could withstand. I got mad, I got jealous, I got so revengeful it made me scared. I teared, I cried, and I bawled because it felt like the hurt would never stop. Something else fell apart even before I could fix what had already broken.
But it did tamper off, slowly but surely, it did trickle away. I confided and I spilled to my heart's content. Verbal diarrhea he called it. He listened, he loved, and then he made me laugh. He said it'll be okay, and strangely, I believed. Then they listened, they gave me hugs, they thought it through with me, and then they made me laugh. They say, it'll be okay.
And it is okay. I have love, I have good people around me. So now after dusting my knees, I stand up a little straighter, my heart's a little sturdier and my resolve in getting there, a little stronger. I'll still get scared, I know I'll still cry. I did lose some things that I held dear, after all. But as I was once told, tears are like the safety valves of your heart, when the pressure gets too much, once you let it out, you'll laugh again, you will.
I think I just had a verbal diarrhea again. Haha.
So many people stumble upon my blog because they googled, 'Give crowns and pounds and guineas but not your heart away'. Lol, what a strange phrase to google! Heh!
Today's Swedish word is, styrka. Which means, strength (:
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