Endless cycles of broken and breaking only to scar and tear and scar again. Layer upon layer upon layer upon layer and there’s no escape from the torment. The demons won’t leave. No peace. No safe space… Guarded hidden behind a wall of lies.. Fakery the only language. Life devoid of hope.. Devoid of living water. No refreshment.
Empty business fills the days and the sweat of labor is squalled away in all the inbetween hours. Nights are filled with numbing and distraction that pulls down deeper darker…its blackness intoxicates and consumes.. Contrasted only by bright empty eyes and flashy false smiles that scream as they seduce with empty promises of fulfillment, and satisfaction .To have it all… To hold excess. ..but they steal more then they give robbing life with every round. Draining a soul dry…
Battered and bruised by the work of own hands. Unconscious self-sabotage…drags under again. Like a black hole it consumes all around .. Promising to devour..decite has hold in its ice-cold grasp … And it must be a welcoming space I think .. better than the endless fighting of conscious.To proud to reach out. To ashamed to seek help.No recognition of truth amoung lies .
And here we are.. Life stopped short. Can a trauma be a saving grace?
Can this hell bring healing?
Does destruction herald restoration? Can so many broken hearts be healed?
Can a shattered life, family find grace for the new day?
Cause in this space of blackness. Of the darks cold breath down ones neck it seems that all is lost forever.
Truth is messy. But this mess is said to promise freedom?
And I don’t see how but I’m beginning to understand.. Heaven has loved me and loaned me his eyes to view the unlovely with glorious insight.
The stripping of secrets.Now only serve to dig the other deeper. No way to stop truths explosion.
Undoing is grace?
My eyes now opened. . . No longer held spell bound in a fantasy of falseness.
Heart break is grace?
This madness… Insanity. Absence of logic and kindness is freedom somehow as it makes the letting go easier..the absence sweeter still .
But this I don’t understand. Is there freedom in madness? Is insanity a reprieve? does it hold promise too or is this blackness exposed in all its filth?
And I begin to grasp that the only way to unstick us from the others demise was to shatter it all..to tear it apart exposing the darkness..we couldn’t save ourselves so heaven intervened.
And somehow in the unsticking of this other, we become free. Eyes wide open. Life exposed, false reality shattered and there is freedom here.
Can trauma hold healing? Can this chaos be blessed and produce fruit? Is destruction life-giving?
And all I know is what I see and what I see with eyes of heaven is divine hands holding us. Leading us… Dirty broken hurting us. He walks us through and breathes grace..intertwining us with love working it all for good.
Here hope lies waiting… When the anger wanes. When I loosen my grip on the ache, hope draws breath.
This is a year of restoration, and while in no way does it look like I thought it would ,he is a God of his word.