heal
I have been cautioned, by my inner voices, that after the desolate lows of last month, my work and the company of loved ones would no doubt prove to be only a palliative therapy, relieving the symptoms, but the sorrow and scars remain deeply rooted. Problems would be forgotten, temporarily, but would not miraculously dissipate.
But i've wept enough.
It is time to heal. It is time to fix my eyes on things above again. When the thoughts of my heart and the truths of God collide, it is much like two galaxies colliding; there will be remnants of both swept aside, but remants of both will form new realities.
But i've wept enough.
It is time to heal. It is time to fix my eyes on things above again. When the thoughts of my heart and the truths of God collide, it is much like two galaxies colliding; there will be remnants of both swept aside, but remants of both will form new realities.
