What about those days when life just "ain't" right, when there seem to be more challenges than victories, when it feels like more loneliness than company, when we experience more struggle than pleasure? What about those days when it just "ain't on and poppin?" The days that leave us fighting for our peace and contending for our joy?
I'm talking about the kind of days that leave us (some of us) wearing the mask and faking if for our friends. What happens when life gets "too real?" What happens then, when there is no catch phrase or high minded words to express where we truly are, what do you do on those days to keep from going under?
I find a way to wrap myself in tomorrow's hope, because no pain has the right to take me out. I find a way to dance in a simple truth: my Father said that in my darkest hour He would give me "beauty for ashes and the oil of joy for mourning." I find a way to rest in this new reality: I am not alone, even though it "feels like" a lonely season, I am not alone. I find myself resting in the images that are tattooed on my soul: images of hope in-spite of, images of coming over no matter what, images of survival, images of strength, images of winning, images of hell in my rearview mirror and hope in my future. I find myself fighting for my joy, because I will not go down without a fight. I find myself sitting in pictures . . .
MizJAI
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