broken.

Life is fragile. Somehow we have gotten to the point where we treat like it is unbreakable. Urging it to push a little harder, faster, stronger. We stress life to a breaking point, thinking that our fragility is too far off to crack. Life can bend and sometimes it can break. Busting at the seams that we thought were woven tightly together. Splitting in places we did not know we had seems. Once it is busted open, world to see or not, we are left standing there… sitting there… crying there, trying to figure out how we mend our pieces to become whole again. Often leaving them for later because walking away seems an easier thing to do at the time. Admittedly it might be easier for the time being, but it definitely needs some mending. A strong stitch to hold it together.

i forget that our great HEALER is the only one who is able to keep us together. HE is not only my HEALER, but also my HELPER. my PROTECTOR. psalm 121:1-8... why do i always forget that i am not in control?