A deep jewel within a cavern waits. She is a deep sea blue, as loyal as the waves are to the ocean. She sits there untouched. She sits there for perhaps a day, a week, a month, or so. She sits there, dust covers her, cracks start to grow, as she waits to be discovered. Only time can tell when she will be found, when her dust can be uncovered.
Discovered she does not necessarily find freedom, but brokenness. Before she can feel completely free, dust removed, she must go forth in a cleaning process. Layers of dust, hard as rock, being cleaned day after day.
This is the visual God has given me in my time of brokenness and healing with accepting my Dad’s new marriage.
For the Lord “heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds” (Psalm 147:3).
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