Kicked

Every so often a person gets kicked in the heart. All through life. There's no way to completely avoid it. These kicks are a part of life. They make me stronger. They keep me prayful. They remind me of how human I am. 

Sometimes it's a little thump and I have to pause for a moment and go about my business.

Sometimes it's stronger. I have to hold my breath because it's painful and I'm not sure of my footing in life. 

Sometimes it completely knocks me over. I hold on tight to everything around me because I'm not sure how I'm going to survive. Sometimes those kicks to the heart can be life-altering.

Sometimes people kick your heart without any intention. 

I got kicked this week. It wasn't a life altering kick, but it wasn't a little thump either. It was pretty painful. It still is. 

Here's what I know...I will work through this kick. I will be stronger after I've worked through it. It's okay to be sad and hurt. It's okay that there won't be resolution to this. Sometimes I have to work through my feelings about it and that's resolution enough. There is a chance that this same kick may happen again. The exact same thing even. It will probably still hurt. That's okay.