The pain i feel is real. Sometimes the hurt takes over and the scar in my heart is like a tunnel without the light at the end of it.
That would be, if i would make the puzzle. But thank God, i’m only a piece, made to fit perfectly.
Maybe the dark minutes are part of the plan.
”We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies. For we who live are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our mortal flesh. (2 Corinthians 4:8-11)

”Believe in yourself,” is what they say, but that by far has led me astray.
”Stay strong and move on,” no way, my strength is gone.
So if i choose to live, my life i’ve got to give
to the hands of the one, who even being the Son
came and gave, died and stayed
with me so i would always have HOPE
when the only way out seems to be a rope.
So when having nothing left, ask Him to be more real.
He is the real deal, ask Him to reveal
His strength and power, then soon you’ll blossom like a flower.
Honey, don’t give up, He took your cup.