I found another video about the Bronte sisters. If these existed in real life and I had children, I would definitely get them for my kids.
_________
After this weekend, I've done a lot of thinking. And I'm ready to take the next six weeks by storm. I'm ready for the end of the year... for graduation... for going to the UW.
I'm finally accepting change and adapting. And I'm not scared any more - not afraid to be alone. I don't feel bad or guilty for what I believe in. I'm ready to be the person I'm supposed to me.
It all started with another "what if" question:
What if I stuck up for myself and my beliefs and feelings in all of my relationships?
So here we go. A new start. I'm moving on from the past. I've forgiven those who have hurt me repeatedly. God is moving in new and incredible ways.
Forgive
Take your backpack off
Set it down at my door
Open up – lay the bricks out
I’ll make my pyramid too
And reflected in our mirror
They reveal their bloody marks
Left over scars, scabbed
Or still raw and seeping
Break the feverish sweat
So much like fear but honest
We keep on stacking
The towers pull apart our chests
Inside the humble cavity
The tissue once called “heart”
Scraped but still functional
Only renewed by the breaking
A pile of rubble and dust
So our first-aid kit consists
Of a hammer and chisel
Cautiously we take each other’s hurts
Chip away at the blocks
Stitch up the gaping holes
Leaving only remembrances
But not pain, no regret
Heart restored to health
Its ruddy golden glow
And sweet wonder as
We cross the threshold together
Ready to trust again
Now free of life’s baggage
I'm finally accepting change and adapting. And I'm not scared any more - not afraid to be alone. I don't feel bad or guilty for what I believe in. I'm ready to be the person I'm supposed to me.
It all started with another "what if" question:
What if I stuck up for myself and my beliefs and feelings in all of my relationships?
So here we go. A new start. I'm moving on from the past. I've forgiven those who have hurt me repeatedly. God is moving in new and incredible ways.
Forgive
Take your backpack off
Set it down at my door
Open up – lay the bricks out
I’ll make my pyramid too
And reflected in our mirror
They reveal their bloody marks
Left over scars, scabbed
Or still raw and seeping
Break the feverish sweat
So much like fear but honest
We keep on stacking
The towers pull apart our chests
Inside the humble cavity
The tissue once called “heart”
Scraped but still functional
Only renewed by the breaking
A pile of rubble and dust
So our first-aid kit consists
Of a hammer and chisel
Cautiously we take each other’s hurts
Chip away at the blocks
Stitch up the gaping holes
Leaving only remembrances
But not pain, no regret
Heart restored to health
Its ruddy golden glow
And sweet wonder as
We cross the threshold together
Ready to trust again
Now free of life’s baggage
No comments:
Post a Comment