Instead of jagged pieces of metal and glass, I'm carrying around pieces of a different kind. A broken heart. Shattered dreams. Crushed expectations. And while I live and breathe and work and play and function, it still takes me by surprise when some of these jagged pieces work their way to the surface. I should know better by now.
I remind myself that this is part of the healing process and my wound was not a clean wound. It is one that will take time to heal.
If you're familar with the movie Ironman, you'll remember he had to have a magnetic device implanted in his heart in order to repel the shrapnel in his body that threatened to pierce his heart and kill him. I'm thankful that I don't have to depend on anything that is within my ability to create to protect my heart. My Healer is orchestrating my healing process and knows exactly what I need to ensure the jagged pieces of my wound work their way out instead of in.
1 comment:
Thank you for sharing. Your eloquent description of grief is touching and rings true in so many ways.
Hoping that you are well,
Happy Thanksgiving,
Kristen
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