You
did not let pride win
You
healed my rotting heart
You
reached
down
and
yanked
me
out
of
my
self-made pit
So
I will sing
I will run to you
and thank you
unashamed
I will dance
I will remember
and not be silent.
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Hey, I'm Sheila, glad you're here.
A little about me: I'm a 40-something woman, wife, mom, RN, soap maker and wannabe suburban homesteader. I think better when I write. I've kept a journal since I was 9 and started blogging over 10 years ago.
I'm introverted, but I love people. I'm curious but shy. I'm contemplative and easily distracted. I feel deeply and know numbness. I want to make things right and I'm learning to let go. I wax poetic sometimes and often don't know what to say. It's complicated.
It boggles me that I am Christ's and he is mine. I gaze into the heavens and the Heaven-Maker's words, remember the hard things, fight depression, and long for home and King.
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Those “self-made” pits…. goodness. So relate-able. Thank you.