An Opening to a Heart that Belongs to Me…

‘Person, place or thing’ you ask…

Looking back I would have said ‘place’… far away nestled in some mountain nook, by a quiet stream, waiting to be discovered…

Farther back perhaps I would have even said ‘thing’… from years gone by, used and worn, full of memories and stories, retold only in bits of rust and tarnished silver…

But now, where my heart rests from the battles it has fought, the mountains it has climbed and the storms it has whispered to, I would say now that maybe it’s a person…

‘Who’, you ask. And that I don’t know, I have no idea who this person is that has a heart older than the land itself, yet young enough to love like it was created yesterday.
Free and empty of all that brings pain, confusion and fear…
Brimming over with all that is good, gentle, kind and comforting…
Stronger than my own heart, I will stay forever within his protection…
Made with all the fighting goodness that God himself is made of…

Nothing fancy or extravagant, nothing fake or showy, he’s real, he’s safe… So perfectly safe, that I’ll be free to be my best self, the one that maybe no one has ever even seen… the one that has healed…

And I’ll sit on that front porch while the rain falls and smile, knowing there’s always the warmest fire right inside that old door…
And I never have to knock because it will forever be open to me…
Because now, that door is mine, an opening to a heart that belongs to me!