It’s times like these

Where epiphany meets the horizon.

And you realize just how good life’s been to you.

Yet,

ever yet.

It’s still hard.

Really hard.

Times when you get real aquatinted with lost.

And pain so thick you can’t breathe.

Or move.

I’m having a hard time moving lately.

So I took a walk.

And I talked with the Son.

And He told me what He thought.

He told me to breath.

And he gave me hug.

He said

“Just because you can’t see me sometimes, doesn’t mean I’m not there.

I’m just getting tomorrow ready for you.

But I’ll hold your hand while you sleep.”

He wiped my tears.

“Like the sun. You can’t always look directly at it. But you trust it to light your way.”

He lifted me off my knees.

“I need you to trust me.”

So,

I will.

And I’ll hand him my broken heart.

And He will make something out of the fractures.

More beautiful than before.

Positioned at angles

Best for catching

His light.

Because He is

The Son.