Sometimes, life isn’t fair.
Sometimes, there are wounds. Wounds that are open and raw before us.
Sometimes, there are memories. Haunting memories that dictate our every step.
Sometimes, there is pain. Pain from injustice. Pain that never seems to cease.
Sometimes, there is confusion. Confusion when all you desire is clarity.
Sometimes, there is just enough life in you to take a small breath of remission. Desparate for a longer breath to come.
I am sorry for those Sometimes.
I have lived those Sometimes. I live some now.
Sometimes, they make us bitter.
I pray these Sometimes will, in stead and somehow, make us better.
Sometimes….that’s all we can ask for.
gah! tissue please!…thanks…
beautiful!
In the sometimes….
Is where God does His most delicate and intricate handiwork.
Sometimes… is when I've most often found Jesus there, waiting as He has in my "Always" when I've ignored His wide-open arms… and then race to them.
Growing in wisdom, I hope, to see him in the "Always" instead of having to wait for the "Sometimes".
Having come through some of those "Sometimes," I learned the hardest part is dealing with the stuff you didn't realize was even there. Until it shows up out of nowhere.
That was good for my heart. I feel like I'm deep in the middle of 'sometimes' right now. Sometimes there is a lot of confusion and wounds, and sometimes feels like all the time.
i love this…
This emulates many feelings I have felt in my past…as well as the present. Thank you for sharing your heart with such transparency.