And it's true.
It's the blind man seeing the light
and the homeless
being taken in.
It's something so fulfilling inside
but you know
it won't last forever
but you soak it up
as much as you can.
It's the lonely girl being
poured into
again and again and again
until she is
overflowing.
The dark days won't be
gone forever,
they loom ahead of me,
a dusky shadow
on the horizon.
But I am building that fortress now,
brick by brick,
not a wall or tower
but a support system
that will sustain.
Not something to be knocked down
but something to cultivate.
Something that will last--
protection for my heart and my
future and my happiness.
I have a goal in place and a plan in mind
and a line in the sand
that cannot be crossed.
I thank God for His provision
again and again and again
even in the midst of the
pain of the past.
Oh Lord,
it's still a mystery
to me
that
I can be
this happy.
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