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| My heart is not so brittle as to break, though it may be so bruised as to throb in agony. My God will hold it in His hands, healing me with His everlasting love. It is there in the shelter of His arms that I find I was never alone, that His presence comforts me no matter how many others fail me. No matter how much I push Him away, He waits for me, ready to comfort me when trial comes and I return to Him. I know now that it was only my refusal to see that made me blind and my struggling from His arms that made me cold. Now in the dark chill of my own design, I cry to Him, �Save me Lord!� My despair fills me and He is there to take me in His arms and rock me to sleep. I fear that when I am warm again and the memory of the darkness fades, that I will again wander from the light of His love. That He will again be pushed aside to wait faithfully for my return, when I am hurt again, when I need something from him, when I am lost because I will not see the way. I long to stay with Him, to serve Him, to love Him. But I am not the same as the one who saves me. I, who was given such love as this, am quick to turn and leave Him again. But yet He holds me. He tells me that all is well. The darkened chill that seeped into my soul begins to fade. As I sob in His arms (He who has borne far worse to spare me), I speak of all the wrong the world has done to me. He never mentions that it is all my fault, though I know it to be true. He only comforts and consoles the deepest aching of my heart. I find my soul�s true wholeness in His love. For He is so perfect that my imperfection doesn�t matter. He is the true love of my soul, and though I wander from His side, my heart knows where it�s home lies. | |