be strong and take heart

i woke up this morning with golden light seeping into my bones. you know how it goes, honey and freckles, you know how it goes. it is the relief of carbon dioxide from your lungs. it is the chance to start again. rejoicing comes in the morning. i laugh and rub my cold fingers against warm palms.
it has been a long fight.
the tips of my fingers became sore, and my vocal chords dived into a desert, and i was left with no words but bundles of letters i didn't know what to do with. when you are in a fight, there are things you cannot take your eyes off of. things you can't bear to lose.
but one day, you stand up and you realize that this has been a sharpening process. a growing process. you are no longer bones and fat, but your tendons and ligaments have found strength and are starting to take shape. a little rain comes and washes away the ash and you see His handiwork underneath a dirty surface. still a ways to go, but you saw His fingerprints engraved into your own.
it is hope where there was none,
and hope where you needed it most.

small heart.

i see you.

do not give up. He is with you.

you have grown

p.s. i'm so sorry i can't keep up with all the posts.

wait for me?

i'll be back when i can catch my breath. x 

i barely recognized you when you walked into the room.
taller. floofier. can i call you floofy? i picked that word up from a friend, so i hope you don't mind. it describes you strangely well. sorry! sorry, okay, i'll stop. but you know me, always laughing a bit here and there.

you are stronger, too.
i saw it in your hands. they roughed through your hair. they were wild as you'd grab the ball and go for the shot. i'd shake my head with a grin as if it was unbelievable, but maybe it was in you from the start. but it was a greater strength. more than mortal man.
it was simple.
you reached for the trash can the same time as i, as if we both knew that someone would have to pick it up, and we wouldn't mind to be the one.
that kind of thing comes from a selfless heart, who felt His palms rub against their own, and the healing and sweeping comes from there.

hey, old friend, my eyes laughed as i let go, welcome back.

you have grown, and you bear it well.