It’s been years since the blade cut open her heart. Since her pain stained her perception of all things.
It’s been years, and life has continued, breathing in, breathing out.
And she laughed a little louder to silence the scar.
But breathing in, breathing out with a scarred heart is not the same.
She got used to it, that’s for sure.
A life lived is a long time to build scar material day by day.
It gives her ammunition for the bad ones.
It gives her protection from the good ones.
And then, one day, only by grace she reckons, she dared to let the sunshine in.
And the Son, He rubbed the scar thinner and thinner.
And the Sun, He made the scar whiter and whiter.
And her heart, it swelled with life, breathing in, breathing out.
A heart loved is a powerful tool to discard scar material day by day.
It lets go of ammunition for the bad ones.
It welcomes all the good ones.
And her heart, it strangely welcomes the soothing work of healing.
“I have met with grace,” she says,
“I said yes to grace.”
And the Son, He smiles knowingly.
and the Sun, He shines knowingly.