My Father holds my broken heart
in His loving Creator hands.
I can trust Him with my pain,
I can trust Him with my wounds.
The past, the future, today.
All my bandaging and patch-jobs He sees.
Then ever so carefully removes my human attempts at salving.
His touch healing… complete and total healing.
He makes new what was destroyed.
He brings faith, where all trust was lost.
He knows the beginning from the end.
I am never a surprise to Him.
He’s there, hands ready for impossible troubles.
….“Silly child, there are no impossibilities with Me! Come now, hand it over – you’ll see.” – Anna 3/2012
