You came out of nowhere. Although, I knew you were always there. You hit me without warning. Although, I was expecting it everyday.
Blindsided
You flew in like a hurricane. I saw all the warnings, but I kept on driving. You landed like an earthquake. I was wondering, waiting, but I rode on the train
Blindsided
You demanded as a tidal wave. I resisted, yet you kept pushing and taking. You dominated as a tsunami. I revolted, yet you devoured and consumed.
Blindsided
You absorbed like a vacuum bomb. I can’t breathe, and you come back for more You depleted like a hand grenade. I can’t feel, and you return to draw again.
Blindsided
You prance forward as a golden peacock. I weep, yet not for me, for your hidden demise. You shout as a heralded trumpeter. I grieve, yet not for me, for your veiled destruction.
Blindsided
He will come out of nowhere. Although, you’ve known He’s always there. He will hit you without warning. Although, you’ve been expecting Him everyday.
I find myself screaming across the chasm You don’t have to live to die
Blindsided
Penned- MG -3/21/22
Remember therefore how you have received and heard; hold fast and repent. Therefore if you will not watch, I will come upon you as a thief, and you will not know what hour I will come upon you.
Revelation 3:3
Behold, I am coming as a thief. Blessed is he who watches, and keeps his garments, lest he walk naked and they see his shame.
But which overflow you choose is vital to your vitality and peace.
You can choose to live in the overflow of anxiety: no peace can be found here, no rest for your weariness, no strengthening for your bones, no joy for your sanity.
But this choice is on the list. It’s your decision to pick it from the bunch.
You can choose to live in the overflow of anger: utter rage will consume you, suspicious and discomfort will be your bed and pillow, every moment filled with drama, every relationship teeters on the edge of fire.
But this choice is on the list. It’s your decision to pluck it from the bundle.
You can choose to live in the overflow of nothingness: no happiness can be found here, no purpose for your apathy, no relief for your depression, no clarity for your fog.
But this choice is on the list. It’s your decision to pull it from the plunder.
You can choose to live in the overflow of sorrow: grief will swallow you, tears will be your blanket, every second enveloped by brokenness, every friendship walking on the knife’s edge of the grave.
But this choice is on the list. It’s your decision to grasp it from the pile.
Or you can choose to live in the overflow of grace: no loneliness can diminish you, no indifference can devalue you, no hatred can murder you, no fear can unravel you.
It is your choice. You have the ability to select from the narrative and create your own story.
The freedom of truth is waiting.
Come and drown in the overflow.
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
Romans 15:13
Therefore if the Son makes you free, you shall be free indeed.
February… Oh, how it begins the painful dance of my heart each year.
It’s not that I’m angry. It’s not that I’m hating what I see. It’s just a longing within my once little girl heart that will never be fulfilled.
The beautiful pictures plastered all over social media bring sweet memories never beheld. Precious relationships promising treasured protection and defense for all her days.
His large frame casts a shadow not of harm or destruction but of love and nurture. Her petite form is sheltered, cherished and adored. They stand in parade for all to appreciate and celebrate.
I am thankful for his place in her life. I am grateful for her desire for his strength and fortitude. I truly am.
Yet, my heart breaks time and again for the wee little one standing at the door, her packed bags awaiting his never return. She forms her own dance, spinning, twirling, hoping for his hand; yet, he never extends it.
Someway, somehow, she makes it to the One who holds the key. With tears streaming, hopes shattered and dreams crushed, He takes her into His arms, and swirls her life into a new masquerade where she can smile again and forever more be held where she always wished to be. ❤️
The Lord your God in your midst, The Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.
I read this, and it settled in like a long awaited truth to my soul.
This idea of letting go of pain, of allowing it to be placed somewhere outside our body, outside our mind, can be so healing.
When we hold pain and sorrow, it only brings more agony and anxiety.
When we constrain the heartache we’ve lived, it only brings more shattered dreams.
It only brings more grief and breathlessness.
Don’t restrain the tears.
Don’t stop the weeping.
Don’t halt the search for peace and joy.
But do allow that gut wrenching, earth shattering, all consuming knife within your soul to be let go.
If pen and paper bring an ease, then let the words fly as if being chased by a cobra.
If paint and canvas bring a breath of fresh air, then create the masterpiece of a lifetime.
If a song can be sung or a lyric be written, then allow the harmony to find it’s way as a raindrop finds the groove in a muddy hillside.
But clear that affliction from your thoughts.
Issue that grievance a pardon or prison sentence to far away lands.
Surrender that anguish from your heart and begin to breathe again.
Freedom comes with the release.
Now, go live.
And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.”
Revelation 21:4
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For as the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation also abounds through Christ. Now if we are afflicted, it is for your consolation and salvation, which is effective for enduring the same sufferings which we also suffer. Or if we are comforted, it is for your consolation and salvation. And our hope for you is steadfast, because we know that as you are partakers of the sufferings, so also you will partakeof the consolation.