My heart is less heavy now.
Taking the time to sort through reality and my emotions.
I've come to expect the disappointment, but this is still not a pain I am used to.
The feelings are only magnified now.
Protecting my children. Desiring they not feel this sting.
The preparation and anticipation. I'd hoped it would soften the blow.
Slighted and angry. Sad at the injustice.
Letting this slip away from my thoughts and releasing it from my heart. The rejection is not intentional. Behind the scenes.
Unknowingly raining on my comfort.
What is my truth? What is my truth?
My heavenly Father does not overlook me.
He does not set me behind or beneath or beside.
My homecoming is of equal importance to Him.
I will take this sadness and I will learn from it. It is a reminder. To love equally. To delight without favor.
Bigger mercy, bigger acceptance, bigger peace.
So many beautiful blessings overshadow the these times of downheartedness.
I am granted the gift to open my arms wide.
I am granted the ability to fiercely show His grace and unrelenting love to those that spoil my joy the most.
He has already shown me how.
He makes all the sadness come untrue.*
*Taken from 'The Jesus Storybook Bible', Sally Lloyd-Jones.