Valentines Day~
What is there possibly to say about a broken heart on the one day that we celebrate the giving of that heart. You try to hide what is broken, especially when it is being compared to a conglomeration of unmarred hearts. My friend wanted me to put her half-completed homework on the bottom of the stack, so everyone couldn't see it. That's what I tried to do today with my shattered heart. How long will it go un-repaired? A soul is given but one heart in a lifetime. If she gives it to someone to hold and he drops it, will the shattered pieces remain unpieced? Or will they eventually be bonded back together to form a yet stronger bond? I cannot answer that question, because though I have attempted to scoop up the pieces, I am finding more and more pieces scattered about the room, lost and unrestored.
I know how it feels to be shattered, to be scattered, to be lost, to be alone.
How do you find every piece of a broken vessel? Is it possible? Right now it feels like an unachievable goal. One I hope to accomplish but cannot see the potential.
I asked God to change his heart today. I don't hope in that. I want God to do His will, but it doesn't hurt to ask. The worst He can say is no.
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