Breaking my Heart for What Yours.

Jesus here I am once again it’s the middle of the night and I can’t feel you holding me. I’m still trying to process the things I’ve seen. 

When I said “Break my heart for what breaks yours” I didn’t know it’s cost would be so great. Why must I feel the ache so deeply.

 You gave me a gift of seeing things beyond the surface but it hurts.

It fatigues me to see the heartbreak, the secret lonely pain.

Jesus, take this priceless sight and use me. I want to live my life with a purpose, I want to make every day count, so why must I wait in theses silences for so long before you move me.

I hear your gentle whisper 

“Rest and sit at my feet dear child.” 

“Listen to my voice. Train your ear to my call so when I say go you will be ready to go.” 

“The best yet to come.”

So I slowly drift off to sleep, resting in the knowledge that you have a beautiful plan for me and that you treasure my feelings, passions, hopes and dreams.