~ Psalm 56:8
An emotional day following an emotional day. Eyes filled to the brim with tears of longing and loneliness. Cries caught in the throat as mourning is bitten back.
She misses home.
She misses her friends, her mother, her old job (believe it or not), her old haunts. She misses them all. The sunshine, the laughter, the ocean breeze, the smell of the sand and the waves, the coldness of the rink. She longs to be near them.
Conversations are beautiful. Catching up with old friends, a gift. Keys to the door she locked tightly shut when she left. As the door flings open wide, emotions flood her senses and overwhelm her thoughts. How has she stayed up here so long without breaking down? Now that she has broken, what will happen?
How long has it been since she’s felt? How long has it been since she closed off her heart? How long will it take to swing the door wide open again?
Heart overflowing with emotions. It tells her it’s alive. It tells her she’s alive. It cries out in joy that it is heard, that it is no longer neglected.
Heart of flesh. This is what she wants. This is what He wants for her. Her heart of unforgiving stone broken to reveal a heart of tender flesh. A heart that is whole. A heart that can love from even its most battered depths.
Oh, God, a heart of flesh is so vulnerable.
But it feels.
And it’s alive.
The tears shed today will be collected in His bottle, recorded in His book. They mark the day a heart hardened by defense was broken with love.
It’s a new day.