Fine Lines

soul writer for him

I etched a “fine line cross” on my wrist. I sat there staring at this cross and I found this fine line at the edge of sunrise – where the sun rises at the edge of the new morning. A fine line of red and blue that greet each other in the new day.

Fine lines at sunset, fine lines on our face that others see and know we are aging with grace. Each time we smile or frown a new line starts to form.

“Fine” we say to others as they ask how we are. “I am fine” when asked “how are you,” but are you really fine?

Are you fine or hurting, and those layers of your heart where your fine is hurting, are kept tucked neatly inside, for you dare not speak your truth?

Are you fine with Jesus?

Are you afraid to expose to Him how…

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