A guitar with a broken string, though it may still make music, won’t play the same music it plays. A clock with a broken mechanism, though it may be right twice in a day, won’t serve the purpose why it’s made.
All the other broken things–and broken people–need repair.
And it’s never a sign of weakness to admit the need for one. So, dear broken one, go back to your maker. He sure knows how to make your broken parts whole and good as new. Only then can you be your best version yet again.
As you go back, let humility be the free ticket to take you there.
Will you fear the wind
or use its strength to set sail?
I hope you choose well.
| Sail | 040618 |
Thank you’s not enough.
You have given me so much.
You’ve given me You.
| You | 040818 |
Even when you’re down,
in misery, rainbows can
land right at your feet.
| Hope | 032718 |
Frustrations came. Pain came right after. I’m not a great host. I want to shoo them and pretend nobody’s home. But, I know I can’t. Because even if I act as if they weren’t there, the truth won’t be altered.
What should I do? I don’t want to welcome them in again. But, if I kept the door shut, will they truly go away? They’re outside my door. Waiting. And, there they will always be.
Embrace it, they said. So I did.
And slowly, as I embraced them, little by little, they disappeared. When I allowed the tears to flow, they were washed away.
And while painfully doing so, in my tears and my why’s, little did I know or I might have just forgotten, I was caught in a far bigger embrace. I was caught and carried in His.
Then, I remembered.
It’s easier as “us” than “I” alone.
You make her want to wish,
but not the kind most people think,
not wishes of fortune, beauty, nor fame.
She wishes to fit into your mold.
She wishes to be bold, filled with a lot of guts to speak her mind.
She wishes to be more outgoing, less likely to spend time alone.
She wishes to be more affectionate, without fear to show how she feels.
She wishes to love mornings, even when it’s at night that she blooms.
All these, she wishes to be,
all because she wants to honor you.
Yet, if these wishes won’t come true,
She wishes you would love her the same.
Because if these wishes won’t come true,
She wishes to love herself the same.
She wishes to.
She really do.
Her thoughts brew a storm.
There seems to be no escape.
Her insecurities scream.
They pull her down and drown her.
She needs saving.
She needs not a raft nor a boat.
She needs a who —
the One who calms storms,
the One who parts the sea,
the One who quiets the wind.
She knows who she needs, and
She’s thankful that he hears her.
As she cries “I need saving,”
He says, “Come and walk on water.
I can do more than just save you.”
Rest your weary feet.
There’s a longer road to take.
Pause, but do not quit.
| Pause | 092917 |
When hope is missing,
Know that it’s not yet the end.
Your story goes on.
| Semicolon | 083117 |
In the raging seas
when I’m too close to sinking,
Your light gives me hope.
| Lighthouse | 101117 |
P.S. This is dedicated to anyone suffering from depression or any circumstance in life that drags them down.
In line with Mental Health Awareness Month, dear you, #KeepGoing. Here’s a virtual hug too!
Dear little light bulb,
You’re not meant to shine alone.
Plug in to a source.
| Light | 081717 |
Oh what joy it is
to see life in full color
after dark detours.
| Color | 061317 |
Never giving up —
That’s how your love is for me.
| J316 | 082317 |
Disclaimer: The photo used for the last haiku is originally from pexels. All other photos are taken by me. 🙂