Propelled to my inner thoughts with intense meaning. Inside I could feel the conviction of the words and their truth seep into my mind. A weight settled inside. I scrambled to straighten out the words pouring through the pages of my soul.
". . . Fragile heart . . ."
The first words I begin to understand.
Reading is my before-bed tradition. Reading anything . . . the Word, Mr. Putter and Tabby (I'm a child at heart, don't judge me), a Christian devotional, old letters . . . and I always have my quote notebook out, just in case I come across a profound thought that deserves to be written down. But there are times that I feel almost sure that God does some writing of His own. Some days the words seem to be written just for me.
The page is small, the words are crowded, the meaning is powerful to me.
"Handle with care," a message about our vulnerable and fragile lives and hearts.
My thoughts stubbornly acknowledge: "You've hurt others."
"I've been hurt. Hurting people hurt people," I defend myself.
" . . . forgiving others more readily . . ." I continue to read on paper pages.
"I know I've been wrong and done my part in the cat fight with her, but frankly, it's her fault."
I fight back the tears gathering in my frustration and confusion. I squeeze my eyes shut. I wait.
The words rip through me: "Lord, please, help me to understand her."
I open my eyes to receive moments of another's memories that my mind unravels. Scenes flash crossing my eyes. The same memories, yet different in a way I cannot ingest. Slowly I realize what I've done . . . I've seen through another's eyes.
Slowly, I let out the air, realizing that I've been holding my breath.
"God, is this what I'm supposed to see? Her side? . . . I have been hurt. But I've also hurt both of our fragile glass hearts. But forgiveness . . . I want to forgive. I want to be forgiven."
And so now, with this revelation, I begin the journey. Sometimes, fragile hearts are slow to heal, even slower to trust another into the inner-most chamber of our being. As I continue to remind myself the importance of another's perspective in all I do, I will attempt to tread carefully in the dance of communication. One's heart is not only fragile, but a gift to be held in utmost reverance and care.
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1 comment:
"Fragile hearts..."
That is really powerful. Describes our hearts perfectly, and is a vivid enough image to help the thought stick in one's mind.
*smiles*
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