Monday, March 15, 2021
Wednesday, February 10, 2021
I can see God in all situations,
But 2020 was an ungodly hour.
We stripped community from society
Denied touch the real power
To heal a broken heart
And ease a great sorrow
Hate took over. . .
We carry on unnaturally
Where is my Anchor?
Knowledge has the power
To corrupt and justify
With fears that multiply
Tossed to and fro
Amidst a sea of opportunity
To be exempt from scrutiny
Like a ship lost at sea
I have lost my way.
Pulled in every direction
I am desperate to stay
Strong - I will stay strong
No matter how much I want to cave
Where is my Anchor?
Where do I go from here!?
There is no clear direction
Of where I want me to be
I never fully know
When to let go or when to press in
What lures me, though, is unmistakably Him.
God above, if you hear me
Please make yourself known!
I am reminded to pray
When I cannot cope
But please God, please!
Help me to see!
I'm running on fumes of grace. . .
Running out of hope.
Whether my journey will find its way again,
Only You know.
In the meantime, I wait
Not sure of tomorrow
But trust that today
You will have me covered.
Let Him guide. Let Him heal. Let Him teach. Let Him love. Let him move.
Dare to believe. Dare to trust. Dare to see. Dare to dream. Dare to learn. Dare to change. . .
Goodness will have the last say.
Wednesday, October 2, 2019
Unfortunately, I am not convinced that drawing awareness is helping. I can't help but wonder if the solution for mental health is something that culture is not willing to see or change.
Our minds have far surpassed our physical abilities and have limited us from sustaining life on earth (both figuratively and literally). We all know too much.
With a plethora of information at our finger tips, confusion is nevermore substantiated. Conflicting opinions everywhere we turn...we just keep searching...
I continually have more questions than I find answers to. I desire a lifestyle that is far from what I am living, a mindset that seems impossible to achieve, and happiness that so easily escapes me because I think way too damn much.
To fight against confusion we strive for more knowledge, more understanding, to explain what is not yet clear (or we pray until we are blue in the face...it's all the same). Naturally, we fantasize about what life could be. We get caught up in things we cannot fix, people we cannot change, and a life we cannot live.
Ever wonder why people in third world countries seem so much happier? We look on people with less and feel remorse. Meanwhile, those of us with more (you and me) over complicate things because we have the opportunity to do so. It is a sickness that drives us with an insatiable appetite to understand life differently than what it has proven to be.
Those of us with more, think that offering more to people with less, will somehow lessen their suffering. It won't. In fact, the opposite is true. Simply seeing the good in people where they are, rather than where they could be, promotes real power. It is like plugging in a lamp in the nearest dark corner. Why aim so far when a power source so close?
Opportunity can be misleading. It promises something greater but is not necessarily greener. When we turn our sight to a reality that is too far out of reach, we cheat ourselves (and others) from simply making the most out of what we have. Longterm yearning is a mental disaster that will not be resolved until we embrace what we have, where we are, and stop searching.
God help us. We all know too much and need You less.
Wednesday, May 22, 2019
Wednesday, January 2, 2019
They decided to be surprised by the sex. Just two days prior to finding out that they had lost their baby, an ultrasound showed a healthy, active baby. As Mom felt no movement over the next two days, the doctor urged her to come in. Her greatest fear became a reality. Nothing could prepare them for this devastating surprise.
Twenty-seven hours by her side as she endured the most incredible pain. Just over 20 weeks old, they later discovered that their sweet baby was in fact, a son.
Images of this experience still shake me today. The Mother was incredibly brave and broken. She chose to be fully present through labor and delivery, and both her and her husband held their son all through the night. It was incredibly selfless, heartbreaking. . .beautiful.
The Father was also brave. He supported his wife in a tender way, while allowing himself to break. An image of unity so incredibly bound, as they broke over their stillborn baby. The three of us in the room that day have a stronger bond than I will ever be able to describe.
You cannot walk from this standing tall. You cannot hide grief when it grips you this well. And so, I wrote this yesterday, and shared it today at their sons gravesite with all those present. Grief from a Mother's perspective...
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Death’s grip was stronger than my desire to keep you
The plans we’ve made
Darkness has taken over now
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