Messy


No more hiding the ugly parts, the knots, and the tangles. Every human heart carries wounds and scars, mine is no different. That seam is a cut knitted back together, that abrasion I’m not ready to examine yet. Healing takes time, a slow process of revealing and repairing. Don’t judge me, shame me, or worst of all, rush me. Messy hearts like mine will one day save the world.