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My heart is not broken or beaten. My heart is not bruised or cracked. My heart takes blow after blow and reveals not a single dent nor crater. It has experienced hurt, it has known pain. My heart's best friend is disappointment and sisters with devastation. She absorbs all of the bad and feels it in every inch of her being. But instead of breaking down, falling apart, growing weary, she grows stronger fortified by all the times she was wronged. Do not confuse reinforcement with steel, while they can be synonymous. She is not hardened, her essence remains tender, open to the blow after blow, welcoming in the bad with the good, the ugly with the beautiful, the ache with the perfect joy that only stems from housing the Spirit.
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC
The Heart of the Matter
My heart is not broken or beaten. My heart is not bruised or cracked. My heart takes blow after blow and reveals not a single dent nor crater. It has experienced hurt, it has known pain. My heart's best friend is disappointment and sisters with devastation. She absorbs all of the bad and feels it in every inch of her being. But instead of breaking down, falling apart, growing weary, she grows stronger fortified by all the times she was wronged. Do not confuse reinforcement with steel, while they can be synonymous. She is not hardened, her essence remains tender, open to the blow after blow, welcoming in the bad with the good, the ugly with the beautiful, the ache with the perfect joy that only stems from housing the Spirit.
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC
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