. .”It is the awkward space of anticipatory grief (when you know the end is near) and longing for life to return. Here we meet our darkest thoughts and our deepest hope, and it is in the black undercurrent of life they collide.”..
Are you willing to surrender your desires and sinful nature for the glory of the Lord? Are we striving to live more righteous lives? Lives that proclaim what we need over what we want?
Another blindfold melts away. For all I can see, there are still layers to go. In my hurting heart, it feels bigger than my mind can grasp. I didn't fail my children, but I cannot lie, my church is hard truth statement is dark.
I typically discuss mental health and addiction. Peppered through these posts are content pieces outside of those topics. This is one of them. People are leaving the church fast and walking away from faith. When life gets hard, they are turning to other means to cope, ensure, survive. Beyond that, people are putting self where …
You cannot love others as yourself if you do not love yourself first.
The athlete, the competitor, flaunter, tease, academic, worker, they all found time to be present. In experiencing life with all these spirits, I learned a great deal about compassion, pain, and cries from within. What others didn't see, I saw magnified.
The unknown lies as bait, to ensnare in distrust or divide by hate. Left to it's devices, we run cold. Numb to today because of possibilities in tomorrow.
...Unfortunately, every night became a haunted nightmare, and to survive, I closed my eyes and flew away. With my baby sister in the bunk bed below me, I endured the torture, hopeful he would leave her alone. I would shed a tear in the darkness and whisper in my mind, "don't move… don't move..don't wake up…don't see.."
The character of unconditional love is a gift. It blinds us to the truth. Yet, it simultaneously exposes us to the truth.
There is no perfect mom out there. You will never convince me there is. There is only love.