Geology of a Broken Heart
Charis, Lake Ediza, California, 1937, by Edward Weston
Also linking with Imaginary Gardens open link Monday.
"God can heal a broken heart, but He has to have all the pieces". ~Author Unknown
We cautiously excavate our life like a young geologist
unsure of what to let lay and what to keep.
Digging through each hurt like rubble
and dusting off the loss for all to see.
We examine all the evidence of life
hypothesizing the source of pain
looking for some reason
hoping for proof or someone to blame.
We leave ourselves wide open
when we search with eyes closed tight.
Trudging further in the mud instead
of digging deeper down inside.
We take on the heavy burden
to somehow carry on the journey home.
Never understanding these worn artifacts
were not meant for us to bear alone.
I believe that the process of recovery and the lesson of letting go is an ongoing journey we never stop re-learning. Life is full of adversity that we must face everyday, and like choosing salad verses french fries, it is a constant choice. With every problem that arises (and trust me, they will show up, like an unwanted bill in the mail), we have the power to give it to God, and seek His guidance, or to hold on to the situation ourselves, and lean on our own strength and will. I choose the lighter option. :-)