Break Every Chain

Earlier this week I had a terrible argument with someone that I love tremendously. A simple action dredged up old memories of not feeling (being?) wanted, and of being displaced, and the emotional floodgates were opened up. Gosh, whenever I feel like I might be totally done with those hurts from the past, something happens to remind me that I’m still broken. Just like a piece of china that gets smashed to pieces and put back together with glue, I can be healed, but those cracks will still be there.

I don’t always have to be chained, though. No way will I let the past hold me back from living in the glory of the present. And so, the work continues.