Nuggets...

There are times I open the bible of a morning...ok its usually always laying open for inspiration or quick view... I am struck by the poetry of certain books, specifically Psalms written by King David.

'Fear and trembling have beset me;

horror has overwhelmed me.

I said, "oh that I had the wings of a dove!

I would fly away and be at rest..."'

Psalm 55:6

Many times I would whisper similar words...escape seemed so impossible...not only escape from the person in my life, but from the invisible walls placed round about...fortified with steel traps waiting to snare and maim...the mind the battlefield, the war fought on home turf, the enemy slowly encroaching until you are surrounded with no viable way to break loose nor take flight.

Like the master illusionist David Copperfield, the mind is fooled...an entire crowd fooled into seeing something seemingly impossible. Sitting at the stage, chair pressed up against the leading edge I watched...strained...thought hard, worked out possible scenarios in my head...to no avail. A crowd of 500 people bamboozled...led along by voice, by sleight of hand, by a mastermind in front of and behind the scenes.

I equate the cycle of abuse, of psychopathy and personality disorders to this level of mastery.

Sleight of hand has you believing what you see, smell, taste, know....

Words of understanding, love, excitement and persuasion have you believing the illusion, the lie, the fallacy that is the abuser.

In confusion you never quite comprehend how you ended up here...ended up with road rash, bruises both mental and physical, sorrow with every betrayal, loneliness and neglect as far as the eye could see....

Like any illusion it must come to an end...the show must close, curtains must come down...the mask must come off.

Dear hearts, they can only maintain the disguise for so long. The monster inside pushes, pushes, insists, cajoles, screams, yells, rants until it is released....for a time peace remains...until the next time.

I relate all these examples dear treasures to do some persuading of my own...

They will never change....you will wait until the grey has come, until one of you fights hard enough one doesn't survive...until a hit becomes the final blow.

Harsh....hard truths dear friends....we must take a stand, we must lay it all out to examine and see, envision the future and truly SEE where the path must lead...

More chaos...

More hate...

More rage...

More hidden lives...

More betrayals and cheating...

Health lies outside the life you are in right this moment....

Love, compassion, kindness, grace, mercy, hope....to be found nowhere near the one you live with.

Oh they'll provide it occasionally...or a fairly good facsimile of the basic human necessities...bread crumbs...trauma bonding....

'he's not that bad....'

'he only hits me sometimes...'

'he is kind and funny occasionally...'

They keep you trapped more effectively with the moments of peace and loving expressions (the occasional hug or peck on the lips) than with the fear and anger.

Psychological torture my friends...plain and simple.

Bust out...break loose...fight your way free....there is better, oh joys is there better.

Stand tall dear hearts...there is an amazing life full of love, of joy, of faith, of hope waiting for you to stand, to walk proud and tall...to stake your claim, to live your birthright to the fullest.

Watch God work as you move, as you take a step, then another and another until you're running flat out to the welcoming arms of freedom.

You got this, all day, everyday...I believe in you and cheering back here with prayer and shouts of joy.