Never knew the word Goodbye could scatter my heart into pieces. Just 1 word, could made me cry over you.
Lingering, bottled-up anger never reveals the ‘true colors’ of an individual. It, on the contrary, becomes all mixed up, rotten, confused, forms a highly combustible, chemical compound then explodes as something foreign, something very different than one’s natural self.
His calm and gentle tone was like an anchor in a ferocious sea, keeping me from drifting into a current of heartache.
I’ve decided. The next time I cry, it’ll be for “someone special”, and it’ll definitely be “tears of happiness.
There is no indication that God explained to Joseph what He was doing through those many years of heartache or how the pieces would eventually fit together. He had no ways of knowing that he would eventually enjoy a triumphal reunion with his family. He was expected, as you and I are, to live out his life one day at a time in something less than complete understanding. What pleased God was Joseph’s faithfulness when nothing made sense.
It is our wounds that create in us a desire to reach for miracles. The fulfillment of such miracles depends on whether we let our wounds pull us down or lift us up towards our dreams.
A disastrous flaw in our design is that the heart always defies the brain.
When you leave,
weary of me,
without a word I shall gently let you go.
But I will not repine. It cannot last long. He will be forgot, and we shall all be as we were before.
With peaks of joy and valleys of heartache, life is a roller coaster ride, the rise and fall of which defines our journey. It is both scary and exciting at the same time.