Becoming

to the Father of the broken-hearted

it hurts.

the wound is small, but the pain is deep,

and I am left hurting in the dark.

I put faith in empty words and temporary feelings,

and when the winds blew,

I did not stand a chance.

but you, O Father of the broken-hearted, know how it feels to be abandoned by those You cared most about.

help me to carry my burden the same way you did- breathe into me the same perseverance and trust You had.

– c.g.

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