For a long time I’ve held my tongue ..then one day not so long ago our world came undone …..
How do I do this… Hold my head up and walk in faith? For the longest time I’ve held disappointments hand… I know the valleys well.
Well trodden paths of heartache and loneliness. I’ve survived on scraps of affection between round after round of tear down . All the while believing a new dawn was coming…I stayed the course. Honoured my vows.
Believed and held firm to the promises given… and now here I am.
Fear creeps closer as the rage that’s not my own echos through the atmosphere unhinged it lingers threatening .Hope and trust is shattered again and again … the weight of this life and all its responsibilities cave in on me. My hands are empty and trembling. Feet stand on borrowed ground. Nothing is certain and stability forgotten.
There are 4 little hearts in tow too and I just don’t know how to navigate this… So many voices. Opinions. Instructions. A to-do list that threatens to destroy any remaining sanity. … No peace to get quite. No space to be still. except in these long night shift hours…
But I’m so tired.
I’ve let my heart harden in self-protection ..put my desires and dreams to bed.
Disgust fills the space that once loved deep… Shame ,in my foolishness of not reading the cues, weaves a cloak that hangs heavy off my shoulders.
I can’t even pray as I used to.. words feel empty and echo in this in-between space… Even tears are better than numb..but here I am.. Allowing numb so I can function. Something I swore I’d never do again.
I don’t like the girl this walk is creating. Faith falls flat as the risk of holding it seems too much to bear.
And I don’t even know what I want.. The dream is now unbelievably tainted. Hope seems poison.
Friends who should have held our hearts and warned us of the impending storm didn’t… Integrity is a lost art it seems .
And these 4 little hearts are shattered.
Childhood done with at lightening speed. And I’m to broken to hold them in the way they need most.
I can’t stop the onslaught. I can’t stem the incoming tide. Each encounter breaking the ties that connect them a little more. The bonds that are precious so willfully frayed and he does not see or is it care enough for them and I can’t stop it.
My words are hollow. Shallow comfort to their aching bones. . .
Betrayed, lied too, let down, again and again, and again.
This mess less glorious than ever before… At the end of myself.
I crave dream free sleep. To switch off and not exist for as long as it takes for this season to pass. This is the valley of death. Its dark here..no air.
Where is my rescuer?.my breakthrough?
Always on time? Ever faithful? Always good?
No, my faith isn’t missing. Not lost in this storm… Just my capacity to rise..the buoyancy that’s carried me through so much thus far is ebbing… My fight is empty..halfhearted and vague… Bitterness sneaks around the corners of my mind and I am jaded.
This is not who I want to be. This all-consuming ache will not be the definer of my story.
I tell myself it’s only a chapter..the page will turn soon. There’s more to this life then this valley… I long for mountaintop views. Stability. Freedom…to live life not balanced on the rare good grace of tyrannical other but to be free to write my own ending.
To lift these 4 little hearts high and show them the world. I crave adventure…freedom and light. Its been dark for so long.. Surely the turnaround is overdue?
Surely enough of the trauma. I’ve kept my end still. Still stand, still honour, Still trust. But I need to breathe and oxygen is missing … When will this end ?How much more can a broken heart take before it withers entirely? Feels like a final blow to end a long season of being hammered.
The highs and lows are never seen coming and change so very quickly I can’t keep up… Being thrown around like a rag doll is taking its toll.
I’m told I’m strong. But strength isn’t knowing how to roll with the punches. I see stupidity maybe as I keep getting up and placing heart in the ring…..
And then somehow truths explosive appearance comes unsought and unexpected again and I am undone.
But once the rage explodes through me making victims of memories then settles again I find new freedom in this in-between…
Maybe each increment of ground walked is a slow and steady path to freedom?
As groans of ache give way to a lionesses growl and the intimidation and shame I wrongly carried slips off my shoulders , I even now already seem to stand a little taller. A little more steady…
Feet more sure, Heart ready to push back the bully out of our way… Not willing to be shut down, silenced or intimidated any longer.No Im done with fear.
Taking back the right to live free starts with owning the truth.
No more shame… No more hidden ache. It’s out for all the world to see.
And here I find the strength to see through eyes of faith that in whatever we lost holds nothing in comparison to what’s to come.