... and I let myself down by allowing the tears to fall, for the first time, over a guy.
I know it's time to surrender my broken self to the Lord, and let Him fix me. I know I should have done this a long, long time ago... yet I know it's never too late. I mean, where else can I go, right?
A few of us Christians gathered in hall just now, and as we sang At The Cross, I just could not stop myself from yearning for that completeness, that wholeness that was absent for so long. It was the second time that such a gathering was held (the first for me), and yet even in such a setting, I knew that my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ would not judge me, nor take advantage of my vulnerability. I dare say that if not for this session, as I told one of them later, I would have "cried my eyes out" tonight, more than I already had... I wasn't close to them as friends at all, yet in such a state I knew that I needed their support. Just the act of coming together in worship, sharing, and prayer, was sufficient to ease some of the heaviness I felt tonight. And for that, I'm really thankful.
Of course, there are my closer hall friends whom I know I can rely on, but in such a situation and state, I think I'm in need of more spiritual support...
I just pray that he'll be fine, too...
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At the cross I bow my knee
Where Your blood was shed for me
There's no greater love than this
You have overcome the grave
Glory fills the highest place
What can separate me now?
You tore the veil
You made a way
When You said that it is done
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