Your heart is spoken for

Alone, the endless beating of a drum
Louder than the sobbing of a soul.

Life, a desolate place of waste
Hungry for destruction and decay

Sorrow, a parasitic leech
That drains joy irreplaceable

Hope, a mocking laughter
Taunting endlessly, unreachable

Time, a steep icy path
Slipping away, not caring it was wasted


I have been positive and encouraging. I have been strong and had faith. I have trusted my God and he has delivered. But, that doesn't mean I too have days where I question, regret, feel sad or angry. Or days where I wish I could go back many years and start all over. God does not promise that we will never feel pain, or grief, or sorrow. He does not promise we will never cry, or scream, or be angry. He does not promise it will be easy, or that we will not stumble and maybe even fall at some point. He only promises that during all these things, he has us in his arms, gently holding our hearts while sharing our pain. No matter how secluded we feel, no matter how much loneliness settles upon us, God is with us, in us, carrying us, loving us, wiping our tears, and whispering "your heart is spoken for, you are mine, you are never alone".

119

I have survived. 119 days done and gone. I will survive the rest of the days yet to be counted too.