It’s been the worst of times and the best of times.
Recent weeks have been a period of great turmoil when it felt like everything that could be shaken was being shaken.
The past I thought dead and buried in memory rose up to greet me with renewed darkness and pain.
The present brought challenge and a pressing need for change I didn’t feel ready for.
Nothing felt safe anymore.
My heart was exposed.
Raw. Wounded. Hurting.
I wrote the poem below to express how it felt.
Maybe you can relate to it too.
Waterfall of rain
sheets hard and fast
steady on pane
with resounding drum
as I wall up my heart
with frame of glass
encasing erratic thrum
ready to part
and shatter all content within
leaving me raw
all over the place
pain stabbed deep
in fiery dance of fury
exposing traces of all
kept hidden over time
when nothing hurtful
allowed entry in this space
and vale of tears
Yet…there was a new surge of life within as the frame of my thinking shattered.
The old ways had to give way to deep excavation, renovation, rebuilding and renewal.
Peace and purpose grew from pain.
Shattered life made safe by God’s continual presence.
And Christ bled vulnerable for me and you.
He suffered deep dark pains within so that we could be recipients of His love.
There is nothing we go through that is a mystery to God.
He wants to re-write our history in the light of His grace.
His arms are ready to catch His broken child.
God alone can make us whole again.
Are you willing to offer Him your brokenness in exchange for His desires for you?
I know I can trust no other to mend me fully and set me on the right path again.