Treasures in the Darkness

I waited patiently for the Lord; he inclined to me and heard my cry. He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure. He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and put their trust in the Lord. Psalm 40:1-3: The Journey’s End "Location. Location. Location" is the mantra of real estate. In this Psalm, there are three distinct locations. Starting in a pit of destruction, which is not a place anyone wants to live or can continue to live for any length of time. Next is a miry bog, while livable, not a particularly comfortable dwelling to live amidst the slime and excess bugs. The final place is a secure rock, the most stable and desirable, where you can call home.  People choose to live in one of these places within our souls. Some fall into, purposely visit and are stuck in, or are born i...

Heaviness... Greater than the weight of an elephant crushing the chest, heaviness rests on me. My entire body is filled with a thick muck, making each step seem too laborious. I rest my eyelids, but the fatigue of tossing and turning all night long overshadows my ability to find rest. I am undone. Life is pulling at my every thought, weighing down the processing of any emotion minus one: dread. The fear causes a narrowing focus on the darkness alone. I am unable to see the light in this conscious choice of blindness. Even witnessing the laughter of others causes pain and isolation. Loneliness.... Overwhelming isolation envelops the air. I am unable to think of one person who can relate or understand my perspective. Born into an unspeakable evil, I have lived a life filled to the brim with evil, hatred, manipulation, shame and sorrow. A life of only demented love, one void compassion, and absent of joy. A life not worth living at all. Looking back, I had one constant hope ...