My mind ignites. Quickly racing to define this crack, this broken place. This pain coming from my thread bare heart.
If I can just make sense of it then it won't leave me broken. Won't leave the rivers flowing down.
But I stop. Take a breath. Lean in to Grace.
I surrender to the ache. The scraping of my heart. The refining fire.
For there is no value in what I do not feel.
It is in the waiting that the Truth is found.
When my heart is spinning in its brokenness, I am lost.
It is in the leaning in, the listening, that I hear the Words in my soul.
And I wonder how many times could I have saved a relationship, a connection from unraveling if I had only leaned into Him.
If I had quieted my explanations and found comfort for my heart in the quiet Waiting.
If I had embraced the ache, caressed the wound.
Held my hands up. And found myself on the other side still holding out my heart.
Waiting, open and raw. Arms held out welcoming my friend into Grace.
"Wait for the Lord. Be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord." Psalms 27:14
