Trust, YOU are not going to let yourself down. You are too important in this world I hold a little bit of your heart in mine, and you will not let that go either will you? So trust that part, trust that I'm holding it and keeping it safe!

Friend: I am really trying. It's hard right now, when I feel that all I believed was a lie, and how can I trust others knowing this. I feel I need to guard my Heart.

RRartist4U: Your Heart has been guarded a long time, until you were ready. You were not ready to let the little bits, the little lies that kept you from feeling so hurt, and you have faced just little pieces before, and knew that truth.

Friend: yea, I know, right now I feel it has shattered into a million pieces.

RRartist4U: Take the peace and forgiveness that you gained, and pick up those pieces of Truth, look at them, examine them, the lies are always built on a bit of the truth. The LIE is that in order to accept the death of someone you loved, you built another Truth, that truth is a little embellished, cloudy. It stayed that way until you could and were able to dust it off, and see a little clearer. Until you could trust in other people's Hearts You gave me yours, and guess what? I gave you mine..just a little bit of it, one that I thought was good, and loving just like the one you gave to me. That little bit is here to help you, to fit into the puzzle. You want another Chunk? Oh, no, you already got another, and another! Some very nice people have given you another chunk too, another little piece, and you can rely on those pieces just as much, they were given to you out of love

Friend: right now I'm struggling not to shut it off from the world.

RRartist4U: Trust That! Trust that those other little pieces are going to be there when the old Truth's are gone, and you are left with stuff that isn't so pretty. These things you call Lies are not lies, they are truths that were just embellished, dressed up, easier to handle, waiting for the day you could look at them unadorned, simple and plain

Jigsaw Heart

A piece may be missing from a part of your heart
When you and your loved one are now far apart
Risk your heart on a memory in the making
Receive the love that is there for the taking

Tender moments cannot compare
With love that ends in grief's despair
To love and lose is only a beginning
Of memories that team with life's meaning

The heart will enlarge to accept new memories,
Not to replace, but to add to your life's diary
The story of your life will not be complete
Till your heart shows the love of all you may meet

Written by Randi RauhTyler©

The little pieces of the heart are fragile, when one is lost the whole heart feels as though it could break. Trust that your angel holds your heart in warm and loving hands. Angel Images |Table of Contents | Ask An Angel | |Prelude to Angels | Epilogue | Designed by Randi RauhTyler© Music,Piece of my Heart

My heart

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.

A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.

The people stared - how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought?

The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."

"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.

Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.

The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.

They embraced and walked away side by side.

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