Constantly being refined, broken down, rebuilt again these days.
This heart is weary. But full to the brim with hope.
The Lord sees every facet of my brokeness, and loves me anyway.
He washes it all away, like a good long shower washes away the grime and dirt.
And I can stand again. And He's waiting. He loves, but I resist, my heart hardened.
But He works, and He waits.
And I always come back. And He is always there, still waiting for me.
Lord, may I always walk towards you, and never away....