bright dark and early on a plane tomorrow for a jam-packed schedule for the next week and a half. This is possibly the last post for awhile around here and I was desperate to put words to page. Once again, the prompt from LisaJo for Five Minute Friday was so apropos. The word this week is
Jagged. Sharp. Shredded. Harsh. Anger slashes through my happy facade like a lightning bolt. Veins throb, anger pounds. Your words have broken me. Your actions harmed a friend. How dare you.
Eyes lowered, gazing at the floor but seeing nothing. Head hangs low. Slow and silent a single tear crawls down the slope of a cheek. I am broken. I have caused pain or confusion and it brings me low to think of it now. My heart it breaks over how it broke yours.
Eyes pool, floating in tears of wonder, awe. I’ve witnessed a miracle and I am undone. The hand of the Almighty has chosen to reach down and move in a way that is seen by all. I am broken by the Goodness of it all. Undone at the vision of mercy, grace and the miraculous in the flesh today, now, here.
How can there be infinite ways of broken? The mystery is too great. That there be a myriad manifestations of one descriptor…the same word bringing pain that brings healing that brings hope that bursts a heart with humble gratitude for a miracle undeserved yet so vastly appreciated.