They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and when you look into mine what do you see? Do you see the emptiness that lingers from the past? Or the scars of not being worthy in someone else’s eyes?
We tend to be our own worst critics. 2018 was a hard year for me. I wasn’t very nice to myself to say the least. My word for last year was healing, and I did a lot of healing, but I also went through a lot of hurts. Some of my hurt was caused by…
I was in a small group awhile back and the person leading would ask us, “How is your soul?” I always dreaded this question because let’s be real here, you had to actually come up with a somewhat vulnerable answer and could not just reply with “good” or “fine.”
Here I stand staring down the long road, feeling exhausted, broken, and lonely but I’m here, still standing still believing in all Your promises.
Be still, my aching heart, seek Him, cleave to Him… He will bind your wounds.