My Father holds my broken heart in His loving creator hands.
I can trust Him with my pain, I can trust Him with my wounds.
The past, the future, today.
All my bandaging and patch-jobs He accepts, then ever so carefully removes those silly human attempts at salving.
His touch is healing… complete and total healing.
He makes new what was destroyed.
He brings faith, where all trust and hope were lost.
He knows the beginning and the end of me.
I am never a surprise to Him.
He’s there, hands ready, ready for my impossible troubles.
….”Silly child, there are no impossibilities with Me! Come on, hand it over you’ll see.”