Sometimes her heart hurts so much she can only fake a smile.
Sometimes her heart is so happy she lights up the room with her smile.
Sometimes her heart hurts so much she can only dream of sleeping.
Sometimes her heart is so happy that her dreams become those of her Father.
Sometimes her heart hurts so much she cries tears and nobody notices.
Sometimes her heart is so happy that she'll laugh until she cries.
Sometimes her heart hurts so much she wonders if she'll make it to tomorrow.
Sometimes her heart is so happy that she can ponder happily the next 60 years.
This is the drowning sorrow of depression.
This is the joyful freedom of the Cross.
These are the two forces that battle for her soul daily.
Guess who won the battle today?
Thankfully she can remember Who will win the war.
My Books Part 2: The B's
7 months ago
1 comments:
i hear so much of my own heart in this that i could easily be "her" as well.
i hope that knowing someone else out there fights the same battles eases your heart and dries at least one of those tears :-)
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