A Lamp...

"Thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path.

When I feel afraid

Think I've lost my way

Still you're there right beside me

And nothing will I fear

As long as you are near

Please be near me to the end

Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path." Micheal W. Smith

This morning as I sit and contemplate, read and ruminate over my cup of heaven beside a roaring fire, it think on trust...

He taught me what trust was for men of this ilk, this character set...like a jumbled bit of blocks given a child to play with...no set matches or pieces...just misshapen, mismatch shapes and sizes...placed together in the mind of this man-child they seem just right, like goldilocks and the three bears, not too hot, nor too cold but just right, see? Hands outstretched with pride of self, with heights of ego unscalable, they showcase their thinking, their actions as right and just....while you stand dumbfounded, slow to keep up with the funhouse set of blocks that make up this broken child's foundation...slow to see the hidden pattern within the man..slow to take those very blocks and fit them into something resembling order, never mind the chaos that rules each situation...

Dear treasures...you cannot retrofit, refit, redo, reorder their tumultuous minds, their black hearts...for deep deep down they believe it to be right, to be real, to be as it should be...

He created a judgement on trust in men...not a judgement on men in particular but in the trust placed...I was wrong to give admiration to a man who gathered in false adoration and admiration as one gathers garbage off the street; rubbish floating from hither and yon, from women best left where found, from strangers in passing, from the neighbour woman, from online pay-as-you-go women making their way through college...it mattered not...we matter not...

Dear hearts...these toxic abusers work hard at creating the persona they truly wish to see in you...they mold, shape, work until there is nothing left to the woman they initially targeted.

And then...oh my friends...I know you see it....and then they utterly despise the creature of their own creation...

Dr. Frankenstein to our monster...

They hate that which they have created...subservient, empty, a shell of a woman (or man)...

They drive all thought for self, family, friends, coworkers out and away...isolating to the extreme...and then hate being saddled...hate being tied to the ball and chain attached by their very hand...

Trust me...love me...listen to me...

Translation...I will use you...hate you...despise you...just watch me...

Small men...with small hearts and minds....wreaking large havoc and leaving a trail of death and destruction behind....

Trust...when spoken in conversation, so often I hear...'I should trust him/her,' or 'of course I trust him/her.'

Truth...in response now I reply with...'of course you don't, and so you shouldn't as he/she hasn't earned that response just yet.'

Trust is earned...it is learned...

Truth shows us the hearts and minds of our daily human experiences...kindness and dignity are the tools to move with...away or closer depends upon the person you are observing, cataloguing, perceiving.

Is this really necessary, you may ask...oh yes, for our heart safety, for our spirits health...yes, we must give of ourselves only to those we perceive we can trust with our hearts and minds.

Fair...yes?

Fight for the safety of your mind, heart, spirit, soul...it is yours til the end of this life...give love to the child within, to the woman lost and alone in the wilderness...let the guiding light of love and peace show you the way free...let God envelop you in His comfort, His peace and watch the miracles happen...

Go now and each day forward with grace, with truth as your shield...walk tall, walk proud dear lost ones...you are worthy of more, of love everlasting, of hope and peace that passes all understanding...