He Rises...

...to show you compassion.' Isaiah 30:18

I dreamed a dream of such clarity and substance that upon waking, it didn't rise to the surface so much as it sat awaiting my wakening...

I stood with a marker in hand in front of a white wall fashioned with wainscoting straight up to the ceiling...a door stood just to my right, an opening as one space flowed into the other...taking the lid off i began to write to the left of and then above the door in large lettering...Waymaker...Miracle Worker...Light in the Darkness...with a smile of joy and contentment i turned, halfway through the word Miracle, and looked over my shoulder at who i know not...perhaps myself looking on in this dreamscape...but i saw the fruition of a dream, a goal...a place of refuge...

This morning i ready myself for my second job...this one a joy in other ways, a drain in some as well. The energies, the mental health issues lay just under the surface ready to pop up in the most entertaining and at times frightening of ways...and so i go in with prayer, with love, with grace and mercy and ask God for extra for these gentlemen...extra joy, extra love and kindness...

I have much simmering within to write, but as with any good sauce, stew, or soup it needs to sit a little more until words form that express the intent, that showcase the need for love, for understanding, for kindness and compassion, for strength and courage, for justice.

What sits deep is the need for those lost in the fog, in the darkest of nights with danger all round to find their way, to know they are worthy of more...that that sad, broken child within their abuser can only be saved by the monster himself. Oh how my heart broke for him...saw through the short bouts of anger, the derision, the hair trigger that was pulled in every situation, every issue that arose that dared to touch upon the hurts, the deep trauma...but it matters not...

Oh i see you...the prayer warriors, the spiritual ground breakers hand in hand with the broken still convinced, coerced, mind-f*cked into believing that there is a way, that their love will heal, will cover all wounds. I see you...and i raise you the child within the victim, within yourself, the traumatized-daily woman taking hits to the spirit, the heart, the BODY, oh yes...i yelled that one....it is a lie from the depths of hell that the victim, the lost one, should continue to sacrifice the health of her mind, her body, her soul to save that broken down evil heart harboring nothing but plans of destruction.

Oh i see you...saying it can't always be like that, they don't always think that way...i'll tell what i learned over the years i spent thinking the same thing...whether they think, plan, 50%, 75% or 100% of the time matters not. Fifty percent feces in a scrumptious chocolate cake is still a cake with feces...would you sit down to a slice of that nastiness, that garbage? No...ah my friends...there is no easy answer...only the hard answer of telling the truth, seeing that truth and walking it out...away...walking from the battlefield and declaring the war over, the fight given to one who sees all, knows all and leave in His capable hands.

Dear Lost ones...it is NOT your battle...God does not ask of us to put ourselves in danger...in danger of loss of life, of phsycial altercations, of mental and emotional torture....

If thats your god....no thank you. That would imply that one person is more important, more intrinsic than you are...

I could and most likely will say it in a hundred different ways but it all is the same in the end...

It is not your fight, not your battle to change, to love that evil-hearted, torturous, manipulative soul in your life. You are not the sacrifice...Jesus took care of that already...and sees you as just as important, sees your life as precious and valuable, sees your heart and mind as so special and vital...I believe He would see you free, would rejoice to see you walk, run, crawl away from the destruction and chaos.

May God richly bless you with eyes of clarity, with a heart of strength and courage...walk tall dear hearts, stand proud and speak your truth...