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
The colors, the fallen leaves, the change in sunrise and sunset, definitely feels like a preparation time for transitioning - I could not imagine going straight from summer into winter.
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