Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on she.
At one point in time, she was determined to go at it alone.
She thought it was the only way, the only option.
She was tough, not strong, but tough.
Tough to get through to, tough to be around, tough to get close to.
Until she wasn't. Until she allowed the hard edges to soften, melt a little.
Until she threw down her fighting gloves and picked up her babies.
Until she was able to create a family around her she never knew she always wanted.
Until she couldn't help but let him in, he was so easy to love.
Until she couldn't help but say yes to a life he always knew was possible.
Until she and they created a home.
She's different, but still her. She still reverts back to old habits but is more aware of them now. She knows where and how it all started, she knows how she is triggered...she's trying.
She's trying to work through the old muck, she's trying to manage it all, she's trying to realize how heavy the past is, but also trying to forgive. She's trying to move past the mistakes, hers and theirs.
She's trying to remember that time and love fix so much.
She once believed she was tough enough to never need anyone, until she was strong enough to love.
Strong enough to love! Beautiful.
this> "She once believed she was tough enough to never need anyone, until she was strong enough to love." amen!
I love this piece. It shows that allowing Jesus into our lives is a struggle, but it has such rewards.
Wow. I have no words but these, which you inspired. Hope you like them.
I thought that I could fix her ills
be saying what she ought to do,
and urging on her strongest will
so that she might get quickly through
the tearing pain of loss of hope,
the ending of a dream;
I though that I could help her cope,
but one day she came clean
and told me all my dance and song
did not aid, no, not at all,
that the thing for which she longed,
(and I ignored her call),
was a kind unhurried touch,
for time and love, they fix so much.
"Strong enough to love." It does take strength. So much strength and trust. Deirdre FMF #2
Oh, I love this. So wonderfully spoken. Thank you so much for sharing this blessed post.
Visiting from FMF#8