There is such beauty in brokenness. Such renewal, like the sweetness that follows tears. The crushed and humbled heart that exposes the deepest part of the wound; ripping open the hurt again so that the true damage can be removed and then healed completely. Mistakes we have chosen to learn from are like autumn leaves, once young and verdant, that have fallen from the grace of the branches above, and piling around the base of the tree they die and decay. But from them, life is restored to the tree, new buds grow and blossom, and the branches grow ever taller.
And so even though my heart was stained and broken, life hadn't left. I wasn't forsaken, and beauty again took root.
2 comments:
jordie this post almost made me cry. i am looking and waiting for the blossoms, but feel like they are far away, or hidden from view.
i havent finished to kill a mocking bird yet! and mr thorpe is very annoying and rude. i couldnt stand him when i read that book!! uh. then therese perfect mr tilney... =) and i did not like dorian gray. not at all. oh my word... nope i did not.
i didnt take that picture! i wish i had. i found it onl flickr. i love that sight. another sight i love is etsy.
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Im sorry Amanda, I know what you mean - but let it be an encouragement! Maybe the new blossoms are father away, but they will come. God knows how to nurture you and grow you. You wont be left alone my love!
Yeah Mr. Tilney is great. Especially in comparison with Mr. Thorpe, euhghh. Yeah Dorian Grey wasnt my favorite. Good book, though not enjoyable by my standards.
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