broken down

you have had a long week or maybe long year or long decade. your hopes haven't fallen, though the hard time(s) has/have shattered and slivered a chunk of your heart, you keep moving forward with mustard seed faith and you WAIT once again. glimpses of who you were and a mirage of who you want to be lying on the sand. yet, you still keep moving forward, longing for a gallon of cool water.... part to pour across your brow and the other.... of course to drink. you know it is just around the corner, so you keep moving forward. the sun's heat is almost more than you can stand. you know that this is just part of the process of being broken. you muster up the strength to go on. many things have been shed on this journey. you wonder who you are at the moment. then you focus once again on that mirage. is it real or is it just a figment of your imagination? you sit for a while. you try to cool off and catch your breath. you stand again and remember the blessings of brokenness.