I normally hate Winter, it's so cold, iced over,... sometimes I feel like that's my heart, a wounded spirit that stays open.
They say a wounded spirit crushes the bones, but a broken spirit can be healed.
I hate usually hate the stillness winter brings, an endless slumber.
This is my lesson, to love the stillness, be still my soul.
It is a time of rest, a time of peace, a time of healing and rejuvenation.
God you can heal all, I don't mind having the scars, please help these wounds heal, help me to be still long enough to make the transformation from what I am into what I long to be.
Thank you for this Winter.
xoxo me
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