I’m different now, as time has parted. I’ve never been compared to others. The life I was given and the things I’ve been through had me on my back. Praying to Jesus, my Lord and Savior, as I walked the late night hours in the street. He was guarding my heart right from the start. I wouldn’t let anybody close to me, so I cried many tears, letting only God hear. I knew I wasn’t alone. So I had to fight my fears as I cried unnecessary tears. I thought that was so smart, but those were the tears of a contrast heart.
See, when I was a young girl, back in the years, with seven brothers and six sisters, none of them really cared. The abuse that was given, I cried to hide, cried out to God. Although it was nothing I did, I was only a little kid. He saved me and comforted my heart, shielded me with his wings, and protected me from all those things. Physically, emotionally, and mentally, I was broken then. But God kept me and carried me through. Removed all the abuse from the shattered tears that made me sad. I was feeling I could not share, and I know I’m set apart.
Those were the tears of a contrasting heart…healed.
