I am splintered.

I am splintered.

It did not happen overnight.

I did not even notice until

looking back over my life.

Now looking back I see,

the moments I received

the small splinters that

left me wounded, not free.

I learned about God’s word,

His teachings to be kind, serve

and love one another.

“My lamp is a light unto your feet”.

Daily I tried to live these out,

But felt overwhelmed by

failure, fear and doubt.

This is too hard for me!

I began to look to others,

who were strong in the faith.

But gossip, anger, judgment were

flowing, not grace.

My heart became harder as

I protected the pain.

Pride filled me all over and

more splinters I gained.

Each time someone tried

to gently share the Truth;

I held out my hand in rejection

remembering my youth.

The disappointment from leaders

who didn’t follow the Word.

Yet taught and expected me to

not stray but stay anchored.

As I have aged and grown in my faith,

I am now understanding grace.

To give the benefit of the doubt

And to trust God with each case.

Scripture says “we all have sinned and

fall short of the glory of God”.

No one is perfect, we all make mistakes;

His forgiveness is given for our sake.

I am learning to love, be gentle and kind;

be filled with joy, hope, peace and self-control.

It is not in my strength but in Him alone;

The power comes down from His throne to my soul.

Life is not easy, and never fair;

Hardships will come and try to drag me down.

I will make mistakes, I will get hurt;

I know how to keep from a full breakdown.

I recognize I am splintered,

but I can be healed.

“He heals the brokenhearted and

binds up their wounds.”

Mindy Scott

Arms Linking Arms

I tried to run this race alone,

with its twist and turns came lots of groans.

Many times I slipped and fell,

instead of help on the ground I would dwell.

I would get back up on my own,

only to fall back down, with a loud moan.

I hate this race it is too hard!

My voice screamed sounding scarred.

From behind a felt a touch,

“Here, let me be your crutch”.

His eyes were filled with love and care,

He picked me up as if I was His heir.

“My daughter, link your arm with mine,

your wounds will be healed and you will shine.”

“I have a path laid out just for you,

it will be hard, exciting and new.”

“I am weak, scared and worn;

how will you use this body that is torn?”

“I will be your strength, joy and hope,

binding you in love as tight as a rope.”

 

“Link your arm with me today,

I gave my life for this I prayed.”

 

“Let’s run life’s race together,

Arms linking arms are so much better.”