Sometimes life is like walking through the ocean wearing a trench coat. And the weight of the sea-soaked garb drags like an anchor. And the waves crush in from every direction. And you realize the salty spray upon your cheeks is a trail of tears and the briny sea you’re trying to navigate is the sum of them.
There are times when the heartbreaks of this life collide with our weakness and the pain gets so big that even breathing is hard. It’s like being dragged under by the surf and tumbled over and over until up is down and you’re dragged along the bottom and raw wounds meet with salted surf and the searing pain of it is only a faint echo of the pain within your soul and you gasp for breath and flail helplessly, like a rag doll, until you’re eventually released upon the shore coughing up the brine of your own tears… This is where I have been. Literally on the verge of tears at every moment. Memories, regrets, sorrow, missing, aching, loss - churning, growing to tsunami intensity threatening to overwhelm. Today I received a devotional from a Jewish Messianic site challenging us regarding the Sabbath. Oh, how my soul yearned for it. A Sabbath, a rest. But the to-do list haunted and I headed to the shower to start the day. All the while rest was beckoning to me… What h
This writing reveals an emotion,deep, joyless and real in your moment. Woven together with your many joyful threads,it makes the fabric of your life real, heartfelt and relatable to many. Smile, my daughter, you are HIS fabric.
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