I. Am. Not.
Very very weak.
This week was a heartbreaking week for me. I can't go into detail...except to say my heart just hurts so bad.
If I was strong id just move on.
But no, not me. I cry in the quiet of my room. Where no one sees me but the one and only who matters most.
Times when I feel I should be able to be joyful...
The joy gets ripped out underneath me in the same breath.
I don't like this.
There is nothing I can do to change it.
I give my brokenness to Jesus. My heart is jn a thousand pieces and pray he kind find each piece to mend it back together.
Maybe he's even got spare parts to make it work better next time. If there ever is a next time.