It’s so easy to have an opinion, and give advice on someone else’s life. People are generally filled with wisdom. I am filled with wisdom over my own life.
I know exactly what I should be doing, and how I should be doing it. What I should and should not be focusing on. What I should be feeling.
But hearts are rebellious. They follow their own set of rules. They want what they want, when they want it, and they generally want it right now.
I know I should not be jealous. Or envious. Or desire things I shouldn’t. Focus on things that are good and right and helpful.
And knowing all of these things makes it no easier to put into practice.
Hearts are made for breaking
Hearts are made for pain
Hearts are made for healing
And hearts are made for gain
Hearts are made for loving
Hearts are made to share
Hearts are made for living
And hearts are made to care
My heart was made for breathing
Right through all my pain
And my heart still is beating
Rainbows through my rain
Will always be
He’s in the flowers and the roses and the sunsets and the sunrises and the birds singing in the morning and in puppy dog eyes and in giant golden leaves.
And in hearts.
Be not conformed
But rather, be transformed
Let our lives tell the story
Of where our hearts would rather be
In seasons past we sat and talked
About life and death and everything
We spoke about the future and we laughed
Enraptured by what we both had found
Never enough, always wanting more
Our virgin hearts so unafraid
Of hurt or pain of going there
Oh! How my heart bleeds in my chest
When all I see now is an empty chair
Softened hearts and wisened thoughts
Wholeheartedness and purity
Spreads the scent of righteousness
To those who may need kindness true