Sunday, August 23, 2020

Grief

 “God has not been trying an experiment on my faith or love in order to find out their quality. He knew it already. It was I who didn't. In this trial He makes us occupy the dock, the witness box, and the bench all at once. He always knew that my temple was a house of cards. His only way of making me realize the fact was to knock it down.”

― C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

Every year, it's like that. 
Every year, I lose something or someone. 
Every year, God moulds and reshapes my heart. 
Wait, I think it's more like, every year, God shape a bit of my heart and shaves a bit of it away. 
When will my heart be shaped perfectly?



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Adam Elsheimer - The Flight into Egypt, detail

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