Jagged...

The previous post was so needed right now. There are a million things going on that I could vent about in a negative way, but instead I am embracing the Celebrate Recovery lifestyle and this is the journeying I have done with that program...please understand that the wounds that have been given to me by others and myself are not from a fine knife, that would leave a clean wound, one that would heal well and quickly. No these wounds were caused by a jagged piece, one held firmly by a young girl that began a poem twelve years ago with "Red blood spills on the floor tiles forever scarred..." That kind of jagged wounding. The scars are ugly and all the wounds have yet to heal, but God the uber-surgeon of heart repair is here and He is working in my life. But with a warning, these again are my raw emotions and I say very open things. I am not looking for judgement or advice. This is just my little way to let the rest of the world know that Christians struggle (Job?) and that its okay...I just need to get it out...The truth will set us free...