Burgeoning, Blundering Blokes...

I run amok...I walk akimbo...I blow a little hot...I perceive a minute amount of miscreance amongst the burgeoning, blundering bloke I recently blindly blundered into.

After a long day at work, an easy day with only one resident, I arrived home in a blur of cold chill air, too impatient to warm the vehicle... the sight of the Big Dipper so low in the sky over the roof of my shed greeted me as I stepped from the finally warm vehicle.

Smiling at the magic of the moment, something eased within. Unlocking the door and thinking of building a fire to chase away the chill, I let out a breath I had been holding since I left work. Today was a day of warfare...of conversation so out of this ballpark I felt I had fallen off the earth and onto the surface of Mars. Of passion rising up inside and boiling, roiling, spilling past my lips to speak to the deflection, re-direction, miscommunication when the answer he was receiving was not to his liking.

I would sit a little straighter and speak a little straighter, blunter, squarer...black and white...

We are animals...why shouldn't we behave as animals? One of the questions posed...with a Marianas Trench depth of context and sub-context. I was stunned, appalled, and felt forced to prevaricate, in great detail.

It was here as I confronted his tactics that he spoke of being uncomfortable...and the serious convo was tabled...for good, for me.

'For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.' Esphesians 6:12

As I dropped the keys in my nifty little key holder and deposited my purse, kicked off my boots....a small sob slash sigh escaped my lips in absolute relief at being home and away from that environment. Dear treasures, living life will test us...until we get it right, until we get it perfect.

I stand now as I wouldn't have 2 years ago, 6 months ago...I spoke truth with fervour, with passion instead of shutting down and just sealing my lips to keep the peace. It exhausts, it drains, it sits heavily upon my mind...for the moment, until it drains away as I do the things that bring me peace and comfort. Gratitude sits with you, holds your hand as you recognize how far you've come...as you turn once again in delight to view the path you have traversed, conquered. Conquered my friends.

That light isn't at the end of the tunnel anymore, oh no, that brilliance illuminates your days and your nights...it walks with you in grace, in mercy, in kindness and compassion it guides your steps.

There is hope....no matter the situation, no matter how far you feel you've gone, disappeared, never to return....there is a spark within you that whispers of hope if you listen.

God is faithful to save...mighty to save...the God of possibilities...

Walk tall dear treasures...stand with the pride of knowing your worth...reach in and find that spark within you, the one you hide behind walls of granite and stone...walk out your path and carry a big damn stick. You got this.