Soul cry

 At times, we compare what hurts the most.

From people who you thought was truly there for you.
But then you realized,  you didn't matter much, you were like the wind to them.
You flow throughout and about, but you can't be catch, can't be held. Your identity is unknown. But they can only feel the breeze, hear the whistling of the wind. But they do not know you. You are after all, wind....

There's no comparison between pains..
It is pain...
Utterly cruel pain...
Sometimes you can feel empty, no matter how much happiness surrounds you. Yet the soul claims, it is empty. It is bruised. It's alive, but broken. It's here.but it needs healing. The soul cries to God saying... "when will I be free?"
The soothing voice of the Master says..."Will thou be made whole? Do you wish to be whole?"

The soul yearns to whole, but blinded by pain, hidden in the shadows.  Then the hand of the Master must redeem this soul to bring it to light.

Only Jesus can heal the bruises of the soul. There is no way to find healing without Jesus. The soul is deep, therefore the bruises are deep. The void is deep. The emptiness is deep. But only his healing hands can revive your soul again.

Pain is just pain. I've learned to not spend time contemplating it, reminiscing on it. I spend my time in the presence of Jesus, learning to be made whole again. In his presence waiting for him to retract the pieces,  to put me together again.

The heart pains even more, when it cannot feel sudden healing... sudden wholeness. But you must learn from the pain. If you don't learn from the pain. Doomed are you to repeat it...

It takes time, surely... but roses take time to yield to be beautiful. Eagles have to learn to fly. Birds need time to leave the nest. Leave it at the hands of God. It all takes time.

But you will be made whole..