When I see the rays of light beam from eastern, darkened skies.. And watch radiant colors fill the space My heart warms and life embrace. Every streak a promise to be, for new beginnings awakened from sleep. And treasures will come, hope will rise, when I stop to admire His beautiful skies.
"God, if you have to take my son, I will let him go." I will never forget the pain in those words. I was heartbroken and angry. How would God do this to us?
I remember the first time I saw the Mel Gibson film, "Passion of the Christ." Every part of that movie brought history to life. The sacrifice of Jesus Christ on that cross impacted me. If I close my eyes and you do, it paralyzes and delivers a punch to the gut, still.
How can I share my vulnerability with others, and still, they say I am strong? It is a dynamic that is hard to grasp, especially when my current state of being is weak.
I have long been on the fence regarding support networks. I attended some that only brought me down, and others with so little accountability, you can't rely on their process as support. I appreciate the current group I am meeting with as we are using a specific workbook written for mental health.
Strength in me.
"Lord, do I have enough in me to handle this"
I 'found' myself in Florida. That silly cliche never appealed to me until I could relate. I fell in love with my soul in the few years we were blessed to live there.
I don't choose to hide my truth in some closet in hopes of fooling anyone. I make no claims to owning the answers for mental health. I am not the authority on anything.
A journey through night.