“The feelings with which we face this new age of right and opportunity sweep across our heartstrings like some air out of God’s own presence, where justice and mercy are reconciled, and the judge and the brother are one.”
~ Thomas Woodrow Wilson
I discovered today how fragile our heartstrings really are. We hand them out to people and become powerless to their future. Some use them to strengthen you, to love you, to reassure you to be the person you are to be. While others can use them to torture you, abandon you, or beat you down into the dark shadows that cause you to doubt your existence. And then of course there are those that choose to just cut them off all together…no justification, no reasoning to lessen the blow.
It causes you to wonder why you were so naive to hand these precious silken woven webs of heartstrings out so darn easily, but it reminds you just the same as with age, we are less likely to hand as many out, if any at all. Pulled, torn, battered but they remain; and I must allow them to be replenished by those who offer their heartstrings to me.
I am grateful to those who offer me such a precious gift, one I will not take for granted.