Shoes.

I’ve been known (to myself at least) to write terrible poetry. I think my rhyme got lost with my rhythm and beat somewhere along the way. With that forewarning, enjoy!

Shoes | Hannah Ruth Borcherdt

My Heart walks on a rocky beach.
Her feet bleed from wandering with bare feet.

She walks in the wrong direction; she’s gone so far
That she faints at the thought of changing her path now.
Is it better to reach the wrong destination,
or forget altogether the journey avowed?

The determined tide comes in.
The understanding light is getting thin.

The clouds are filled with rage for no reason at all.
Their eyes turn black; they release their relentless roar.
The wind and rain do not mind that my Heart is hurt,
And they have their way with her on that rocky shore.

There my Heart falls to her knees.
They leave her tattered, alone with the seas.

He comes running in; she never saw it coming.
He is out of breath, legs are tired, feet are bleeding.
He doesn’t notice the taunting of wind or rain.
He falls down on the rocks, crying, eyes are pleading.

“Dear Heart, do not grow tired.”
She does not know she’s His greatest desire.

“I wanted you to come find me. You did not come.
I thought you might turn back for me, but you did not.
Heart, I have always loved you more than anything.”
He picks her up and carries her away from the rocks.

He redeems her excuses,
And carries my Heart who forgot her shoes.

Cracked.

Recently I’ve been experiencing brokenness and complete freedom and peace at the same time.

You could say that I’ve been “discovering” my brokenness. There have been some things that have been heavy on my heart for years. They have been things that I know God wants me to work on. I know that God wants me to heal these cracks in my heart, but I also know that it’s going to take time.

And over time I have been discovering what caused the cracks in my heart. Does that even make sense? That I could have cracks in my heart and not know where they came from?

Here’s what it comes down to: I have a strained relationship with someone. I always have. I have never wanted that relationship to be strained, but it is. There are certain things that annoy me, but I never connected my dislike to fear, or anger, or resentment.

As I discover, or uncover, rather, these cracks and why I feel so broken, I feel the release and the freedom. It’s become easier to give things over to God, now that I know what I’m giving over to him.

It’s becoming clearer. In the brokenness of uncovering why things hurt, I also feel God taking away the burden that has been heavy on my heart for so long.

“It is for freedom that Christ has set us free.” Galatians 5:1

Slow Fade | Casting Crowns

Lately there have been circumstances that break my heart.

I wonder if there is anything that I could have done to prevent them from happening. I wonder if somehow they wouldn’t have happened this way. I wonder why brokenness has to hurt so much. I wonder why.

But I know it’s not up to me. Whatever happens, it is not my burden to bear.

I can’t do the saving. I can’t make this rescue. I can’t hold the world together.

God can do the saving. God can make the rescue. God can hold the world together.

But sometimes he doesn’t do it right away. He lets us flounder. He lets us flap our arms. He lets us fear. He lets us reach.

Because when we reach, we finally know that we need him. If he were to rescue us before we thought we needed rescuing, even though he already knows we will, if he put us in a lifejacket before we began to drown, we would surely take it off, thinking we didn’t need it.

If we flounder, if we flap, if we fear, and if we reach, we know there is no other option. We know we need a Rescuer. We know we need the Lifeguard.

I guess, as a lifeguard, it’s easy to understand brokenness. Only those who are drowning realize they need a rescuer. Even when I recognize that someone can’t swim by themselves, if they don’t know it, they’re not going to care. They’ll take off the lifejacket, the very thing that can save them. Only when they flounder do they know they need my help. Only when we break, do we realize we too need a Rescuer.

Lately there have been circumstances that break my heart, and they’ve made me realize more and more that we all need the Rescuer. This song is a shout out to a friend. I pray that you realize soon how much you need Him.

I pray that you won’t give yourself away. I pray that you won’t need to crumble. But more than that, I pray that you reach, and when you flounder, you let the Rescuer come and get you. He’s waiting. Let him pull you in. Only he can hold the world together, and only he can save you.

Slow Fade | Casting Crowns

Be careful little eyes what you see
It’s the second glance that ties your hands as darkness pulls the strings
Be careful little feet where you go
For it’s the little feet behind you that are sure to follow

It’s a slow fade when you give yourself away
It’s a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day
It’s a slow fade, it’s a slow fade

Be careful little ears what you hear
When flattery leads to compromise, the end is always near
Be careful little lips what you say
For empty words and promises lead broken hearts astray

The journey from your mind to your hands
Is shorter than you’re thinking
Be careful if you think you stand
You just might be sinking

Oh be careful little eyes what see
Oh be careful little eyes what you see
For the Father up above is looking down in love
Oh be careful little eyes what you see