Like pieces of me are ready to shatter. I have to keep the pieces pulled in so I don't fall apart.
But then sometimes I do and the pieces still feel loose and gentle.
It's just a season of life that is tender. I know it won't last and 5 years from now I will wish this time back. Maybe.
Right now I take slow breaths and tread carefully. Unsure of each step.
Life looks different than it has in so long.
It's a good life. A happy life. But it's fragility is at the surface.
I look at them and pray they understand my heart. That's the part that makes me fragile - the realization that they don't. That who I am is a mystery to them.
Holding on to His promises I take a step and then another and my hope is in Him.
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