The music Begins and I shut my eyes. I feel the air sink deep into my chest- the place where all my burdens rest. They're heaviest here. With each piano key, each slow brilliant tone, I feel the weight of my pain hang suspended in calm air, a flurry of tension and sorrow encompassed by stillness. The brokeness is breathed to life, welcomed to reality, with the deliberate pound of every note. My heart indeed turns violently inside my chest. I don't have time to make sense of these regrets when I think about the way He loves us... Oh how He loves us.
I want to be numb, but numbness is dead, and God can't heal there. I will choose to be broken, the place where God is most glorified, the place where He can most be God in me.
"And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing the trubulation worketh patience; and patience, experience; and experience, hope: And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy ghost which is given unto us. For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly."
Romans 5:3-6
"I am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, do not fear, I will help you."
Isaiah 41:13
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