Piece of my heart on this mushy, wet, turned to sunny day: Bible study night, the first of my spring semester
(edited for all)
Like a crumbled rock am I.
Brittle weak and dry.
The feeling of falling to pieces overwhelms me
I don't know.
anything.
In confusion i question.
but questioning is not from You.
You are truth
my light my strength
my maker, the potter.
hands so firm so strong
but not too strong
as you delicately form me.
under this sunken dirt
at the center is the clay
of many colors am I because i cannot help but change in my surroundings
from soft and malleable to hard and unmoving
my heart seems to be
you are truth
love,
kindness,
As so i want to be.
given fully to you.
Keep me humble
uncomfortable, only to draw me near,
close to you
your heart
your hands my maker
so warm
so tender
May your patience continue each day
My heart aches.
My maker, my love
Why am I seeking approval?
bothered by actions, language movement
My heart aches,
My joy, my strength,
my comfort and friend
brittle am I
as each act seems to chip away, away at this brittle skin that has formed over the clay of my heart
why am i dry?
why am i dry?
am i dry?
or is this just how i feel.
what is it to feel, what does it mean?
i feel wet, sloppy-
soaked in emotions of many kinds
full of thoughts.
We are-
"struck down but not destroyed"
by your faith full-ness
by your patience
by your still strong hands please guide me
my lover, my friend
my clay maker.
May you continue to love me,
guide me,
and mold me,
with your strong peaceful hands.
I am your clay , you are my potter.
may i continue to surrender each day.
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