This morning at church

There is such beauty in this brokenness.
We don't walk alone, we have someone.
Here we have family, love and protection,
An unconditional shoulder to cry on.
Here thorns are being pulled out,
and here we are bleeding.
But its also here healing is happening.
These hugs, tears and broken hearts.
These reassuring words.
These crys of pain.
These meetings with you.
And this silence of restoration,
makes me feel safe.
Safe to be who I am.
I am home.
(Sometimes I wonder if you hear my heart,
but you know me.
I will choose you, I will choose joy.)