My son and his girlfriend were on a walk yesterday in Seattle. Their downtown was quiet. My city of Spokane has many Trump supporters, and it was not so quiet.
It was not in state such as our nations capital. He was reassuring me that it was safe there. Then he came across one of my all time favorite sayings, “this too shall pass”. He knew at that moment with all my eyes, and heart had seen I needed this sent to me.
So for all of you who may be wiping your eyes in disbelief, and having a hard time holding onto hope…my hope is not in our government or president whom ever it be. It is in Jesus my King. For He has ALL authority.
So this is for all of us, because it is absolute truth. This is God’s country, and He will purpose yesterday for His good. He is moving in His land, He trying to wake up His people! Instead being angry, or with no hope…pray! Pray for our nation!
Look up, and look into the word of God which is mesmerizing of the heart. If you take hold of the truth, and live by it it changes the lens you see all of this through. You will see how God is in control. Even when things seem so misconstrued. I wake, and say “thy will be done not mine today”.
In short I am saying people here will always fail us, and none will meet our every expectation. There is one power, and that one is God. He is all encompassing with love, and unconditional at that. He trying to get all of His people to fall to their knees. Plead to Jesus we need you. Indeed our country needs God! Our people need God, and hope needs to be restored in something eternal not temporal.
“This too shall pass”! Hang on, and persevere. Keep on keeping on! Look up, and keep praying for your heart. You can’t imagine how beautiful a life can be when you give your heart to the one who created you.
of, relating to, or characterized by empathy, the psychological identification with the feelings, thoughts, or attitudes of others:
Wound as tight as a clock can’t get my brain to shut up, or stop
Wearing a multitude of hearts on my sleeve no reprieve for I share their tear stained pillows. I cry myself to sleep in the billows of their pain. I feel all of you.
I feel you, and you, and you. You are rot with anxiety, I feel you. You have no beat in your heart, I feel you. You can’t look at your own reflection in the mirror, in want to not vomit at your image. I feel you.
You were abaonded by all whom you thought loved you. I feel you. You gave into your self inflicted pain. I feel you.
You are grief stricken, and heart sick. I feel you, you lost yourself in this life (your wife). I feel you. You are living out of your car with 2 kids, and a dog eating maybe once a day clothes wreak of body odor and mildew. Your kids look at you with disgust, you are a drunk. I feel you.
Your son who has struggled with a heroin addiction since 8th grade, filled that needle one last time found a vein for his sweet realease. He overdosed for the third time, this time his heart could not fight he was pronounced dead upon a cold sterile table while you were away on vacation. The call you received left you breathless. A piano prodigy gone with the prick of a poisoned needle. His bipolar mental state too much for him to endure. So his addiction was his pleasure. The amount of heroin found in him to high for measure. A beautiful man too. I feel you.
Your parents never gave you the time of day, they made you feel small. They never gave you affirmation or love. They had the nerve to call their own child mentally ill. They belittled you until their last breath. They never made effort for amends. They left the world leaving with no mention of you. You long to be adored, to what was always on their own accord. I feel you.
You went to shave your husband in his vegetative state, hoping his eyes just might open. It had been a year since the tragic accident. You had a hard decision to pull the plug. His body gaunt, and not a hint of life. One of the neatest men this life has met. You his wife would go home alone, married to just a silhouette. The time had come to kiss him goodbye. Your body bled you of the tears you cried. I feel you.
You got fired from your job today, and your wife can’t work. Your rent is due tomorrow, and you have no means to pay it. The government assists you, but you still can’t keep afloat. You are running out of life boats. I feel you.
Your dad and mom are alcoholics, and you were lost in translation. You never finshed school, and don’t even know how to drive. Your dad and mom divorced, which for you cried and cried. You don’t know what it means to be man. Your life has not set forth a plan. You were never taught a work ethic. You were forced to grow up much before your time. You don’t want to get too close to anyone at the fear of loss. You show few your pain as you see no purpose. Suck it up, and push through you were always told. No hand to hold. I feel you.
You were asked to drink of a bitter cup, and nailed to a cross. A crown of thornes embedded in your head. People mocked your words, and spat on you. You had nail pierced hands, and feet. No food or drink, lashings until you were beat and your dripped blood slowly stained your body. You bore the sins of world, and died so that those who believe could have life. You hung until your last words “it is finished”. You died upon the cross. I feel you. You gave me breath of life, and then new life. You are my creator. I marvel at your sight. For there is no greater of than the love you give to me. I feel you.
I am wound tight as a clock, and share their tear stained pillows. It is okay, I am getting to understand the empathitist that is me. The empathy that embodies me. I wear each of their shoes for a time to know their pain. Some I have lived first hand. Compassion and grace meet with me daily to converse. I cry for each and every one of them. Pray for each of them. I have wished for its stop, but then I would lack for some of my greatest virtues of all…So the tears they can not stop. There are more to come, so it is time to replace my pillow. I feel you.
Open your eyes, can’t you see how murky the water is. Open your eyes can’t you see the water is rising at a rapid speed. Open your eyes can’t you see your own insanity. Daily surviving has become your purpose. You’re so used to living under neath the surface.
Open your eyes can’t you see the jet black veil that covers your face, is it even a surprise it has blinded your sight. Open your eyes can’t you see it’s pitch black, and their is no light. Wake up! You sleeper, you’re so used to living underground.
Open you’re eyes can’t you see all five of your senses are dead. Open your eyes can’t you see your head is on backwards. Open your eyes can’t you see you don’t even know your left from the right. You’re so used to living without any direction, correction is unwarranted. Open your eyes can’t you see you’re so used to living in your coal-black life.
Open your eyes it’s so cold look around at how far down you have fallen. Open your eyes you’re unclothed, and without blankets. Open your eyes you’re so dull to the mossy earth filled hole you have gotten yourself in. Open your eyes to the grimy sloth you have become. You’re so used to living without any feeling.
Open your eyes to your inky pupils. Open your eyes look up, stop looking down. Look up from the lurid waters. Look up, and pull the veil away from your face. Look up from that grimy chamber of self loathing. Look up, and see the light. The light will reveal your clothing. You’re so used to living vulnerable, and exposed. Self malice. You’re completely calloused.
Open your eyes you are no longer drowning, your veil has vanished, and your feet are on soft dry land. Self pity has at last left you, and your eyes are brilliant with light. Your spirit is now filled with living water. Now get used to living, directions, and sight. Know with God who extended His hand in save of you, you don’t have to live with barely surviving being your purpose. You know longer have to live underneath the surface. Open your eyes.
Say to those with anxious heart, “Take courage, fear not. Behold, your God will come with vengeance; The recompense of God will come, But He will save you.”Isaiah 35:4
This was written in response to the Word of the Day Challenge: Inky