Life lied to us; told us we were damaged. And we believed it. Experienced showed us we were not worth more than being used and abused. And we accepted it as reality. We lived as though we were damaged goods, and let ourselves be used and abused.
Tears washed our bruises. Heaven stooped down and, having knelt beside us, wrapped a warm blanket around our naked souls. Love told us we were worth dying for. This Love defines us.
~ T ~