Aveces nuestras oraciones no son formadas por nuestras palabras sino lagrimas. Pero puedes confiar que Dios las entiende todas.
Oh, summer days
as you slowly come to your final act
Before we part ways
Let’s take a moment to reenact
Let’s cherish the last rays of warmth
as they shine and while they wrap
me into the end of my summer daze.
Four years ago I set out to share my writing with anyone willing to read it. It was my first step in breaking out of my shell. I cannot say that the shell is completely gone but there is definitely less of it. I’m grateful for having taken the very difficult first step, but even more thankful to you, the readers, who have helped me continue taking further steps.
To everyone who has liked or shared any of the content, and to those who have given their words of encouragement… THANK YOU!
To know that there’s another soul out there who thinks of you, cares about your well being, wants to invest (priceless) time with you, who doesn’t complete you, because we were made complete when we were fearfully and wonderfully created, but compliments you…to have not only heard that you are loved, but to have experienced it, that’s the beauty of life.
Which path are you currently on?
A mosaic is a work of art made of broken pieces; are broken hearts also masterpieces?