A heart is a place, not a possession. Somewhere to be welcomed into, not a thing to be given away. To let someone into your life, your heart, is to let them into a portion of yourself. You don't have to share everything with that person. They don't have to own you. They don't have to have all of you. If anything it is better that you keep a portion to yourself and not give that power to another person.
A heart is a place. A home that houses you. It is a place that carries memories, sometimes has secrets, holds insecurities, and remains your safe zone. It is a place that bears pride, records joy, holds a beautiful entity, and above all defines you. Your innermost values live there. You choose who gets to take residence there, whether temporarily or permanently.
Who you choose to let enter in can determine a lot about you and the future. Do you let that person leave treasured memories? Do they trash the place, leaving you damaged and in need of repairs and cleaning up? Who are those you get close to? How much do you let them in? How valuable and essential are they to you and your life?
A heart is a place. I've let family, friends, and a lover in. Some I still welcome in from time to time. Others I never want to let in again. The walls are lined with memories. I am marked, changed, by the people I let in. I used to say my heart was broken and now healed. I used to say I have scars. Not anymore. I understand now. This place, this space that is mine that some get to see, to know, to touch, is affected by those people. But it is still mine. I choose who goes, who remains. I choose who I value and who I disavow. I choose who I love and who I forget.
For now, permanent residence is myself and God. God comes first. God will remain. He's the whole reason why this heart still stands. Someday I may choose to let a fellow human in forever, but for now, I only carry memories of some I held close and sometimes let in those who are precious to me today. But I am careful of who gets to see inside my heart. Yes, I still make mistakes with who to trust, and even then some who have proven themselves trustworthy to spend time with the most vulnerable part of me fall short from time to time.
If I have showed you myself, please be grateful. I am protective of me. And I might not let you in again for a long while, or even at all. If I have not let you into my heart, perhaps a day will come when I do. I wish I could with all people but right now my heart is not big enough nor strong enough for everyone. Only God's is big enough for that. But at least we are somewhat like Him in that we can share. It is a beautiful thing for another precious heart's doorway to open and we can pass through.
A heart is a place. A precious, wonderful place. Visitors come knocking, thieves come to try to steal and destroy, some try to manipulate and control, and others prove themselves careless. But there are some who understand that it is a high honor to be welcomed in and that they might not have tomorrow in that place. A few who hold their own heart to a high value and value those who let them close. Choose carefully who crosses the threshold. It will determine who you become, what your heart looks like after the fact.
Your heart is a place. It is not simply an emotional thing. It is a part of your soul. It is you.
A heart is a place. A home that houses you. It is a place that carries memories, sometimes has secrets, holds insecurities, and remains your safe zone. It is a place that bears pride, records joy, holds a beautiful entity, and above all defines you. Your innermost values live there. You choose who gets to take residence there, whether temporarily or permanently.
Who you choose to let enter in can determine a lot about you and the future. Do you let that person leave treasured memories? Do they trash the place, leaving you damaged and in need of repairs and cleaning up? Who are those you get close to? How much do you let them in? How valuable and essential are they to you and your life?
A heart is a place. I've let family, friends, and a lover in. Some I still welcome in from time to time. Others I never want to let in again. The walls are lined with memories. I am marked, changed, by the people I let in. I used to say my heart was broken and now healed. I used to say I have scars. Not anymore. I understand now. This place, this space that is mine that some get to see, to know, to touch, is affected by those people. But it is still mine. I choose who goes, who remains. I choose who I value and who I disavow. I choose who I love and who I forget.
For now, permanent residence is myself and God. God comes first. God will remain. He's the whole reason why this heart still stands. Someday I may choose to let a fellow human in forever, but for now, I only carry memories of some I held close and sometimes let in those who are precious to me today. But I am careful of who gets to see inside my heart. Yes, I still make mistakes with who to trust, and even then some who have proven themselves trustworthy to spend time with the most vulnerable part of me fall short from time to time.
If I have showed you myself, please be grateful. I am protective of me. And I might not let you in again for a long while, or even at all. If I have not let you into my heart, perhaps a day will come when I do. I wish I could with all people but right now my heart is not big enough nor strong enough for everyone. Only God's is big enough for that. But at least we are somewhat like Him in that we can share. It is a beautiful thing for another precious heart's doorway to open and we can pass through.
A heart is a place. A precious, wonderful place. Visitors come knocking, thieves come to try to steal and destroy, some try to manipulate and control, and others prove themselves careless. But there are some who understand that it is a high honor to be welcomed in and that they might not have tomorrow in that place. A few who hold their own heart to a high value and value those who let them close. Choose carefully who crosses the threshold. It will determine who you become, what your heart looks like after the fact.
Your heart is a place. It is not simply an emotional thing. It is a part of your soul. It is you.