the title of my blog and the cry of my heart.
my new tattoo.
[that i will get when i find some money]
i am currently listening to this song on repeat.
because it is so good.
and it reminds me of the beauty of brokenness.
sometimes we forget. some of the most beautiful things in life are broken.
but we forget because broken hearts feel like crap.
broken bones hurt real bad [i am sure, no personal experience here].
broken promises disappoint.
broken relationships cause bitterness.
how can broken be beautiful?
i am reminded of a quote by C.S. Lewis that i really like:
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”
which kind of heart would you rather have… the one that embraces brokenness or runs away?
Until Only Love Remains:
Scenes of you come rushing through
You are breaking me down
So break me into pieces
That will grow in the ground
I know that I deserve to die
For the murder in my heart
So be gentle with me Jesus
As you tear me apart
Please kill the liar
Kill the thief in me
You know that I am tired of their cruelty
Breathe into my spirit
Breathe into my veins
Until only love remains
You burn away the ropes that bind
And hold me to the earth
The fire only leaves behind whatever is of worth
I begin to see reality
For the first time in my life
I know that I’m a shadow
But I’m dancing in your light
Teach me to be humble
Call me from the grave
Show me how to walk with you upon the waves
Breathe into my spirit
Breathe into my veins
Until only love remains
