Instead of hating, my heart cries mercy! Mercy on me! Mercy on me! Mercy on me! It calls out to love in an attempt to save myself. I don’t want to be one of those people who live their lives with boils, septic wounds and broken bones bleeding inside.

The heart aches in brokenness as daylight awakens the pain of knowing.

Instead of hating, my heart cries mercy! Mercy on me! Mercy on me! Mercy on me!

We are designed to dance. To use our bodies as weapons of grace, beauty and intrigue. We are designed to stretch until we master growth. To replace old dead cells and be physically renewed each moment. So challenges don’t destroy us, they just should make us dance more swiftly and passionately. For when we dance we please God. Especially when we dance in brokenness.

Lately I find myself staring at people’s faces... I find myself frantically searching through the crowds for one face. I don’t find that face; I cry inside. Weeping for the identity I know no more.

During the prayers of the day, there was one less “amen”.