A Journal of the Heart
November 1, 2016
A heart that is heavy. Do those who carry such hearts know what brought such sorrow? When they wake up they’re filled with loneliness and grief. At times their sadness leaves. They laugh with friends; they share their troubles. Friends call them kindred spirits, but in the quietness of their home, when no one is around but God Himself, the grief is keenly felt. Then are their hearts bleeding. There is a deep longing within. It is such a longing that it is indescribable. The hills cannot hold their grief. The very wind sighs because of the sorrow they know that is within those four walls.
They lift their eyes to the hills. Will they ever get relief? They cry unto God. Is He there? They find refuge in Him.
1 Corinthians 2:15, 16: But he that is spiritual judgeth all things, yet he himself is judged of no man. For who hath known the mind of the Lord, that he may instruct him? But we have the mind of Christ.
These writings of the heart were written before I received memories of my abuse, so I couldn’t deal or start to heal of my childhood abuse until many years later. I fought feelings of despair, turmoil, and grief, but did not know why. So please keep this in mind as more of my writings come. Thank you for being patient!
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