Pockets

He sent pockets....

Pockets of peace WITHIN the chaos...

Pockets of comfort WITHIN the torment...

Pockets of moments so monumentally full of time stretching long, standing slightly so still, I waited with bated breath for the release of a quiet so deep I could have sunk far below the surface...

I would stand, my breath too caught in a gasp of wonder, as tears streamed down my face in gratitude, in thanks. Those quintessential drops of time saved a sanity teetering on the edge of oblivion, a soul lost to shock and pain, lost to being caged, to cowering in terror and overwhelming fear.

Pockets where I swear I could hear the still small voice of a Creator I had always believed in, but oh now I bore witness to a Father who loves SO much, who NEVER gives up, who came and stood beside me, behind me, in front of me, over me.

I bore witness to times that shifted in such a small degree, yet manifested in grand and glorious colour.

Travelling in the truck together I was a captive audience to his threats to kill us, run us off the road or into the path of the next big rig that came along...stuck, terrorized, coerced to promise him money or he'd kill us both. Sometimes just for the sheer pleasure of watching me shrink into myself while listening to calming platitudes coming out of my mouth, hoping to tame the raging beast resembling my partner.

One such time, I remember so clearly looking across the cab at him while everything around me came to a stillness that is hard to describe. All sounds on mute, as though God had thrown the switch. Lips moving, hands flying in the air to punctuate a point, spittle flying from those lips that had, not so many minutes before, told me he loved me. I felt a calm not just within, no. I felt a peace SURROUNDING me, a protection...and while I dared not cry, inwardly I wept, my heart heavy with thankfulness.

I was not alone...and until my journey led me to escape this hell, I clung to these pockets of time.

God knew my every thought...He knew my every need, and more, I know He wept with me.

He weeps with you...sits with you, shows a way of escape and then provides everthing you need. Tis true my friends...anything is possible with God, He is God over all.

Peace is achievable, away...compassion and love are achievable, away...

My prayer for you today and each day forward is that God will keep you until that day that you find a way, dig deep for courage, and fly free from that invisible cage.

All things are possible...