A little about My Heart

Welcome to My Heart! I am an aspiring writer although honestly I am not sure what you would call my style of writing. Probably most of the time something along the lines of freestyle poetry. You might see that the grammar isn't always correct but I always write from my heart (I am looking at taking some classes on creative writing to advance my skills even further). Here you will find the writings are a reflection of my heart hence why I have called my blog My Heart. You will also find my writing to dwell strongly in faith. My love of reading has now become a love for writing. I hope you enjoy your time reading what I have written.

signed ~ Country Girl - A young christian woman

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

3/1/10

How does one describe the pain? The sound of a woman screaming No! When she learns her only daughter is dead. When she keeps saying she just wants he daughter back. That it should have been her? Someone else keeps saying, “I wanted to be wrong” “Please someone tell me I was wrong”. It is a pain that rends your very soul in two.

Their cry and their sobs are like that of a wounded animal. Almost not human and you wonder how they can withstand such grief. How does it not break them in two or bring them to their knees.

Tears:
There are different kinds of tears.
Those of joy, those of sorrow, those of anger, those of pain, and those of defeat.

There are also different cries.
You have your cry of surprise, your cry of remorse, your cry of anguish, your cry of victory, your cry of hopelessness.

They all sound so different and can convey such emotion.

Have you ever felt those gut wrenching sobs? They seem to rend your body in to pieces? They are not loud but they are filled with such pain you wonder how that person is still alive. It seems that such immense pain should crush them. But what your eyes fail to see is the One holding her up. Standing over her keeping it from consuming her. You do not hear the whispers to her soul. You also don’t see the tears or hear the silent pain of the One holding her close, keeping her in His tight embrace riding through the storm with her. He weeps with her though you see it not. He is carrying her though she may not feel it. He never forsakes us. In our greatest time of need He is there. Mighty is He.

Written by : Justine N.

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