Life is hard.  People leave.  Expectations are not met.  Disappointment is constant.  Loved ones make choices that leave me shredded on the floor.  My heart is broken over and over again.  What am I doing with that?  Well for a moment or two I am cuddling up to the hurt, to the brokenness, to the anger that comes along with it all.  I want to crawl away and disappear, to run away and be somewhere else…just somewhere far away from where I am.  To be honest, these things devastate me.  I try not to let them, but they do.  I was made with a heart that feels deeply.  I feel what others feel, the hurt, the joy, the pain, the rejection.  I don’t want to but I do.  I feel my own hurt, joy, pain, rejection in my skin.  I feel the emotions physically…in my nerve endings, in my heart.  I used to either let these things destroy me or ruin me.  Now I choose differently.  I still feel all the same things but I see a different purpose behind it.