It’s that moment when the happenings around create just the right mixture. Those feels from the deepest parts, thousand foot trenches of soul, begin making their debut — surfacing to the smoothed surface. It only took one word to achieve a maximum heart rate and tears that boil over the brim. But there’s no dark trench to sink into, instead there’s a spotlight, magnifying the moment. When teaching such fragile lives, my subconscious has made its attempt to keep them protected by shutting off the switch to vulnerability. If they don’t know about the power of our emotions, perhaps they can be “strong” adolescents and adults. This locking up of such things has revealed dire consequences. A separation. Of self, others, and worse of all my Maker. It’s been so long since these feels have seen the light. But this training, it requires all of me: the disappointments, the failures, heartache, and brokenness. Only when it’s all out there, will I reach the summit I longing admire fr...
She had swept up the pieces that had somehow fallen so neatly in place. Eagerly, she bent down to pick them up and hold them in her youthful hands, for they were hers, all hers. But suddenly a harsh wind blew past and stole the pieces from her inexperienced grip, scattering them amidst the mania before her.
"the mania before her" I like that, because it sounds like it's got a lot of potential. maybe i just really like that word mania. :) I never know why stuff falls into place, and then seems to fall out of place, but I believe in reason, in a blessing I don't understand, in rain falling on the wicked and the just....SO, take heart Tina R! See me soon?! :)
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