Thorny torn times...

It's a familiar walk, the feeling of every chilled thorn piercing through the skin reminds me vividly of it. Not a feeling that I fancy.

I bled as I went through those thoughts of it...because I feel so much for her. Solution that I myself wouldn't imagine trying, I couldnt picture that fragile kid through that real hard time. I know it's tough, dear. Yet there's so little that I can do. Sometimes I feel words break the beauty of companionship....yet silence compliments it.

Speechless, I am now. You alone know why. I thank God that in these thorny torn times You are our pillar of strength. May you walk us out with your grace....and God you bless the broken road, that led me straight to You.