shattered glass

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It's an interesting thing when you realize that all the pain you've suffered and all the heartache that followed you through those years was only a map that led you to where you were supposed to be all along. And all the shattered glass and spiderwebs that fill the room that used to be a flower garden of joy and friendship is just a dry ground waiting for rain. For the welling of tears, raising of hands, laying down of the pieces to the puzzle of your heart, and kneeling before Him are just the seeds that will sprout into harvest.  And the empty picture frames and blank journal spaces will hurt for awhile, but sometimes it is in the silence and emptiness that His voice speaks the loudest because when our hearts refuse to accept the truth; refuse to believe and comprehend and make sentences out of the words that haunt your sleep, His arms hold you close. Maybe the path that led you through the thorns is just waiting until you are ready for the roses? Maybe the darkness has to come before the light? How can we grow without trials and how can trees become beautiful without pruning? And maybe the thunder and rain is just a mirror for us to look into and see how weak we are; how incapable. And yet we have the potential to be world changers, to touch a broken heart with scars so much deeper than our own and show them that He is the water for the parched and dry ground of their heart. We can be so much more than we think we can and in our weakness His strength is defined. We are not definable by what people say (no matter what) and only the name He gives you will define who you are. And one day, when you look back, you will see that everything that happened to you made you into the person you are today and molded your heart into either a bitter thing or a beautiful melody. One day you will break free from the conformity, you will spread your wings and realize that they can hold you when it is His sky you're flying in. One day you will be able to let go of all the people that pulled you down and told you that you weren't worth it, one day you will be free and you will be able to not only walk, but run. And who says that day isn't today? And the storms? That is what storms do, really... they make you or break you. And it's your choice.