Sometimes our heart’s held hostage.
Our own brain telling us
We are alone.
Unworthy of the ransom
Of human acceptance
Compassion and love.
Like no one can understand
The depth of our wrestling.
Fear keeps us tethered with
The thought of labels slapped on us.
Less then.
Inefficient.
Unworthy.
A failure.
Too sensitive.
Faithless.
A fraud.
So we cry into the night
Scrub tears furiously in the car
Plaster a smile on our face
And plow on with life.
We slowly die inside.
Morph into an island.
Our inner dialogue
Isolating us from what we need the most.
It’s when we take the plunge.
Reach for the lifeline.
Open our hearts
Let truth filter in.
No matter how fractured the light.
Allow the hug of grace.
The words, “I believe in you.”
The nodding of,”Me too.”
That’s when we realize
that all along
we were our own captors.
Locked in bars of our own making.
We held the key from the beginning.
We just needed to find the courage
And risk the chance of being seen.
To turn the lock.
The freedom waiting for us.
It was there all along.
We were not made to live our story alone.
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Published by Anita Hochstetler
I'm a country girl at heart who loves coffee shops and bookstores, simplicity and the great Big Wonderful World...particularly Northwestern Montana and it's familiar spots and untamed beauty. It is where I fell in love with my husband Stephen. We brought three children into this world in the following years.
Stephen is quiet and steady and crazy all in one handsome combo. He’s got an amazing brain and keeps my flights of fancy from blowing us away.
Kierra , our Wildflower child, was diagnosed with NCS before she was a year old. It is an extremely rare genetic disorder with no cure. She passed away in January of 2014 at 3 1/2 years old.
Kobe joined us 15 months after his sister and is our sensitive, math whiz child. He is kindhearted and loves the finer things of life. He talks about Kierra often and longs to play with her again.
Kyrell is our youngest. Our Hope child. He charges through life with a dynamic spirit and lots of smiles.
I share my heart here on these pages and pray they will bless souls far and near.
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