A while ago I laid my shattered heart in God's hands. His were the only ones that could hold that many pieces together. He lovingly sent it through fire for purification and spent days, weeks, and months chiseling out all the rough edges, molding and remolding. The process was the most painful thing I've ever been through in my short 21 and a half years. Would I change a thing? No. The closest I've ever drawn to the Lord is when his arms were the only ones I had. He ever so tenderly held me the whole time.
"We please God most, not by frantically trying to make oursleves good, but by throwing ourselves into His arms." -A.W. Tozer
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