Journal entry from October 5, 2017
Sometimes He won’t pick you back up.
Sometimes He’ll sit with you.
Sometimes He’ll kneel down to you and sit with you in the dirt and rocks.
Sometimes He’ll pull you into His lap and hold you.
Sometimes when He sees your broken heart, He’ll move your matted hair from your face and kiss your forehead.
Sometimes when you tell Him you’re hurting, He’ll softly whisper, “I know” and hold you tighter.
Sometimes He’ll rock you like a baby sitting on His lap.
Sometimes He’ll tell you its okay to be how you are and feel what you feel.
Sometimes He’ll whisper that despite the hurt and pain, you’re still loved and chosen.
Sometimes He’ll give you a breath of peace as you lay your head on His chest.
Sometimes He doesn’t want to pick you up.
Sometimes He wants to sit with you in the dirt and rocks.
Sometimes He just wants to hold you.
Sometimes He wants to be your refuge.
Sometimes He wants to be your comfort.
Sometimes He wants to be your strength.
