The exterior looks solid. The foundation is firm on Christ. Yet a heart is conflicted. Wrestling along a journey with many pit stops. The destination has yet to be determined. Alone, in the depths of a heart, weaving through the joys and sorrows. Crying out to the only one who knows. Who truly understands. Who extends grace, mercy, and love. Who is always holding his arms open wide.
If I could say I would. But I can't. Will you still accept me? Will you love me just as I am?
Can compassion flow from your heart without knowing the details. Without speculations and judgement?
Can you extend grace at a time of need. Without limitations?
Can you help carry a burden with your neighbor?
No pity allowed. Nor do I accept it. It isn't about the destination, it's about Jesus. More of him. All the time. I don't need sorrow, I need your strength pushing me into Jesus. Just closer into his arms.
I don't need a solution, an answer, a fix.
I need Jesus.
In Him I am complete.
