I am because You Are.

Okay, so I know that most of my posts have this sort of negative light to them.... and I apologize... I can't hide the way that I feel. I really wish I didn't feel this way... but having a broken heart just takes over every part of you whether you like it or not. It takes all the emotion, and strength you have... like a viscous lover it just takes and takes even what you don't have. It consumes you in so many ways and brings out things inside of you that you never even knew were there. It takes, and takes... of your heart, of your patience, of your time.... it takes of your weakness and of your strength, of your Spirit and of your soul... it takes your rhythm, and your song, it takes away everything you had and gives you nothing but emptiness in return. It takes, and takes, and breaks. Breaks you to the core and takes everything you've ever known and trusted and throws it into the thirsty flames. It burns. Burns, and leaves open wounds that just dont seem to heal. It gives you a hungry void and an endless train of insecure thought. The pain carries you like the wind to a place so foreign yet so familiar and you get lost in all the noise and all you want to do is be found... but the brokenness holds so tight its hard to be free. Free from the hurt and the negative ideas, free of the sadness that shackles your heart... freedom to live and laugh without strings attached.

When your heart breaks, something inside of you dies. It just decays and rots away and until you recognize it you will be left wondering why you just wont fix and heal and be okay.

But... but sometimes.. it is necessary. I often wonder how Christ felt when His heart was broken.. how He felt when those He loved most didn't love Him back. What a broken heart He must have had... the grief and sorrow His heart must have endured. I keep asking how He dealt with it.. and I am slowly coming to realize He solely, SOLELY depended on God. That was all He needed, the Fathers love. The world could turn its back on Him, and as shattered and broken His heart would be... it never held Him back from pushing forward for the Glory of the Father. Never. Not once.

Maybe... maybe that's why... cause He never gave up faith in the power of God. Though in human weakness and pain He never doubted the mercy and compassion of His Father.

Of my Father.

I don't know why it hurts the way it does,
I wish I could control it.
I am unsure of what I am supposed to get out of this...
and I am so tired, broken, confused and weary...

But what I do know... what I do know for sure. Without a second thought or doubt...

That His love is perfect.
His love... it rights wrong.
His love heals sick, and sets free the captive.
His love endures.
His love conquers.
His love never fails.
His love makes old things new.
His love makes broken things whole.
His love gives the hopeless hope.
His love brings mercy, and compassion.
His love is unending. His love is His glory.
His love is pure. His love is righteous and honest... it is real and tangible.
His love is sovereign over all, sufficient and strong.
His love is limitless without a single boundary.
His love is immeasurable, unchangeable, unshakable, and undeniable.
His love is immortal, and eternal. His love is steadfast and whole.
His love is impartial, imperial and impossible.
His love is beautiful, and gentle without flaw.
His love reaches from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows.
His love forgives, forgets, and renews.
His love is deeper than the ocean, vaster than the sky.
His love is softer than snow, burden light; yoke, easy.
His love is holy, holy, wholly.
His love is wise, understanding, and patient.
His love is matchless.
His love is FEARLESS.
His love is graceful, peaceful, joyful and noisy.
His love can never, ever change. Ever.
His love is simple and it is easy.
His love heals things that seem broken beyond repair.

On my knees, His love is ENOUGH.
It is enough.
Enough; for me.


I am because He is.
-S