Heart at Rest
If home is where the heart is; where does the wandering heart find home? If all growth is born from adversity then that wandering heart is in for a great outcome. This is the tale I shared with my heart. On the tail end of the closing of one year to the gaping hole of polarized images that bombared eyes by monopolizing newsfeeds galore. As I come up for air I like the toy in the arcade look for the large claw from the heavens to pluck me from the rest and take me into the unknown. I find my home in CHRIST. In times like these when the world around me matches the aesthetics of the world that was once inside me I turn to the age old remedy that pulled me through then. My heart wandered because of love loss to betrayal, death, ignorance, and self loathing. Now, my heart wanders because of love hidden, chaos, and mistrust. I am a reminded that I have a FRIEND that is closer than a brother. I find my home in the only Living GOD. Please feel free to share Him if you like. There is more