Sometimes a beloved “heart” cuts me off. Nevertheless, I keep its memories wrapped in mine and bless it for its journeys happening far away from me.
My chest feels like broken shards of glass fighting to fit together like a stained glass puzzle. The scraping ache is a daily reminder to “bless them” (Luke 6:28). I have outwardly let them go on their own path of healing and accept that I’m no longer a piece of their puzzle. Atleast I’m trying to!
What will the new stained glass window look like?
It’s OK to miss the way things used to be. It doesn’t mean you’re not grateful for the way they are now. Both lives are always going to be a part of you. The past is always part of who we become.