He Cares.

words cannot find its way onto these pages, from hearrt to hand they flow liek rushed tears tripping over my cheeks to get to my tear-stained chin, the collection of tears remain, they sting and bear remembrance to those released in bursts of shouting ten years ago. nothing can explain the will of God, why is not relevant because i know how and i know who. I live in the past especially in days that bring up reminders of a past that is extrememly painful, but over time healing has been behind me, an unseen foe at first guiding memories from vivid to past, no longer remains the scars of yesterday for i have every appearance of a fallen soldier with wounds over wounds, sin yesterday remains today but alongside it is this wonderful, beautiful thing called grace. No longer to sadness does my weary heart turn, but to gladness, tears suddently hit but in light of God's mercy and grace that brought me here at this point in time. without scars there is not a single reminder of the past our souls have been healed from and in our darkness moments, in our direst weakness He cares.