I run, I hide, I don’t want to be bro­ken.

Yet the pain of cir­cum­stance over­takes me.

Wash­es over me like a wave.

Crash­ing, turn­ing, and churn­ing.

Tossed about by life’s unend­ing agony.

Liv­ing in such pain.

Bro­ken as I am, on the rocks of despair.

The tears roll down.

All joy has flown away.

No hope in sight, till as the clouds begin to clear, I see the Son.

His radi­ance shi­nes down on me in clear beams of light.

He speaks and the dark­ness and despair flee.

Rise up my child.

All is not lost.

It is in your bro­ken­ness that you are tru­ly use­ful for me!”


  • Kayla

    Reply Reply May 6, 2016

    How I feel late­ly. Thanks took my feel­ings and put them into words for the most part. Just when I think I’m the wrong one or the crazy one I real­ize I’m not alone.

    • Angela Smuin

      Reply Reply May 10, 2016

      You are not alone! Life is tough for all of us. Some are just bet­ter at pre­tend­ing than oth­ers! The only way I get through the tough times is to look to Jesus. He keeps me sane!

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