The heaviness in my heart comes from knowing TOO much . . . there are those I counted among my friends that I find out I did not really know . . . there are feelings within me that I did not know were there that needed much more review . . . deep disappointment in myself and others . . . that is the darkness that is hard to overcome . . .
I sit in the midst of viewing fractured and broken relationships and friends and families that can never be the same again because of the verbal acid thrown in the heat of what was perceived as “a battle” but which should have been a call for each of us to examine ourselves . . .
I weep over the vicious attacks, the “exposes” shared without bothering to validate, the seemingly joyous feasting on the garbage and the sharing of the garbage with others . . . and the heaviness becomes a break in my heart as I allow it to pour out before my only hope for healing, holding out ALL of the wounds as I fall into the arms of my Father and wait for HIS LOVE to wash over my entire being . . .
May God comfort us who mourn
Giving us a garland instead of ashes,
The oil of gladness instead of mourning,
The mantle of praise instead of a spirit of fainting.
So we will be called oaks of righteousness,
The planting of the Lord,
that He may be glorified. (Isaiah 61)
Tuesday—November 8, 2016