good on social media, I want to be raw and real for a moment.
and I saw it begin to reveal its ugly little head this week.
of what turned in to an ugly cycle of depression. Thankfully I’m recognizing it. Thankfully I’m seeing it early where I can do
something about it. After all,
recognition is the first step. (right?)
devotional time, I’ve realized something.
I used stuff to stuff the lonely feelings.
tendencies. And, they are so real. But, coming off 2 weeks of cleaning out, I’m
realizing without the stuff there, I have to deal with the real thing that was
beneath them. Yes, the ugly, dirt
covered floor of my garage. Its nasty
and every time I walk out there, I bring some of the dirt back in to my house
on my bare feet. Thankfully I can rub it
off on the mat at my door, but its still there as a reminder.
but I’ll spare us both the lesson.
Cleaning all that stuff out and packing it up for someone to come pick
up was like peeling the scab off an old wound.
It was just starting to heal because it was covered up. The new skin was starting to grow over it and
conceal it even better. But no, I had to
go and reveal it. Bring it back up to
core is brutal. There is a reason I had
It’s an empty place. Its like
being in a tunnel and you can’t see the point of
origination or the light of
deliverance. Oh, I feel like I’m about
to make a turn and there will be a new light source. Something drawing me toward it that will
shed light on where I currently am. I
know its there because I’ve experienced it before. You can’t always live in the middle of the
dark, freezing and pressure is so condensed it squashes out most anything that
can live. Problem is the sea creatures
that live down there have had to make adaptations to be able to survive. They are scary looking creatures, but they’ve
made it work. I think that’s something I’m
fearful of. What scars will always
remain if I stay in this place?
Knowing, hoping and relying on the fact that because there has been a
light before, there will be a light again (I’m sure there’s some philosophical
law theory that puts a name to this!).
places of my heart like foam expanding caulk.
I want my heart to look more like You than it does like me. Fill my voids, my ugly thoughts, the deep
gallows where nothing exists, with more of who You are.”