It is at times like these we wonder what if? Why? Will he
take me home prior to old age? What are his plan that seems so illusive to us
mere mortals trying to grasp daily needs? Where is he going with our planet and
how do I truly fit in, are my actions significant? How does he chose who to take
home?
Hovering in death is the closest we come to our true beings.
Exposed in our vulnerability fears that have never been revealed. Like a child
those in death speak with honest cords wiping away societal facades blemished
inside out not running just being. Perhaps it is the closest we come to being
still, tranquil, silent in thought and omniscient.
Death is part of our lives yet it remains as an enemy pushed
outside excluded shamed dreaded for someone else to handle until it faces us.
Here is where naked truth distinguishes those that are willing to go without
his love and those that run to grasp his cloak. None will be the wiser
disclosing your soul freedom is won harboring aversions disconnects one. Run to
drug our lives full of fame to fashion when what we yearn is inside.
Loss is necessary for rebirth so why is the aching so
physical. Is it here we admit what our true desires are, to be loved……to be
loved for who we truly are……broken and desperate for his mercy. All the worldly
possessions fall ocean’s away from human adoration. “Nothing compares to the promise
I have in you, nothing compares to your mighty love.” Draw unto him ask him for
your truths.
If you have been blessed to have loved, truly given yourself
to another, and been doubly blessed to have it returned. Nothing compares…. See
the blessings gratitude for the next sunrise that coffee, friendly smile that comes
when you have known love. Be still and feel the love that surrounds you, it is
there.
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