Love wore many faces for me as a child. Not all of them welcome or healthy. I didn’t experience unconditional, fully accepting and embracing love until I invited Christ into my heart in my late teens.
Even though I was, and still am, very willing to share the wondrous things God has done for me, I’ve found that opening up about a painful past and sharing my wounded, imperfect self with others has proved challenging over the years. But we all need safe places to vent and people we trust to share ourselves with.
Now I am in a better place than in my wary childhood days. A spacious place because I have been redeemed by grace. And as I’ve found courage enough to write and spill my story instead of hiding away, I give God the glory for opening up wider avenues of confidence and trust, of love and faith. Those “you too?” moments mean so much and are well worth the vulnerability we choose to expose to others by sharing our hearts.
“He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me.” – Psalm 18:19
To share or not to share
she kept her heart locked tight
unwilling to open up
one person had an invite
flooded it with his love
a slow warming, thawing
as icy layers began to melt
he continued to pour more in
unafraid of her tumult
dirty corners were cleansed
cobwebbed thoughts expunged
she didn’t have to make amends
he took the mess upon himself
to share or not to share
a daily life dilemma
wanting to disappear
the silent death of her
he breathed a purer air
he spoke a new language
mercy and grace appeared
as he took away her anguish
© joylenton
I’m delighted to be sharing my five minute poem with the wonderful wordsmiths in the five-minute-friday community. This week’s prompt is: “share”. You are warmly invited to join in and read the great posts being shared. 🙂