in a whisper

Life is a challenge.
It's supposed to be.
Sometimes when the going gets tough you need a suit of armor to get through the day ok.
Because crying is messy.
Because hurting, well, hurts.
Sometimes you're barely surviving, even through all the strength you can muster.
But there's only so much you can do for yourself. And when you put up walls to keep pain away a certain type of pain sinks in. Cynicism, loneliness, anger.
I have this guard I keep up and I don't process a lot of things because they basically bounce off. I have bigger issues than that. But everything that bounces off just makes my heart harder and harder.
I wouldn't like someone to call me hard hearted. You can't force my shell off, I'm too stubborn for that. Rain, fire, tornado, hurricaine....If it doesn't kill me I'm not slowing down.
But a whisper...
That's different.
If you can get me to feel something deeply....
Whisper to me, touch my heart, and I start to feel. That's different.

God loves me. He will touch my heart, break down my armor, make me feel and love and see beauty, and it is a glorious thing.