For the longest
time there have been no words.
But tonight, my
heart is full...painfully full. So full I hurt because I can't grasp
it all. It came at once, like a dam which had finally been broken
and the raging waters behind released.
So many
things...so many. How can I even put it into words? How can you take
a searching, yearning, and breaking heart and attempt to harness it
with simple letters? A daunting task, even for the most poetic and
skilled among us.
There's a deep
longing which slowly tears apart my heartstrings, wanting something
so much more. It's a rich pain; no, more of an acute ache, really.
Even among the joy and contentment I've found I'm being slowly ripped
in two. Yes three, four, a thousand pieces.
The Holy Spirit
calls, and sifts, and changes, and yet my heart pulls here and pulls
there. Oh to sort it all, to know what's right and what's wrong. To
know where I'm being led and to discern where the doors are being
firmly sealed.
My heart feels
open and raw. It's worn from being ripped in so many directions,
weary of trying to hold itself together. It doesn't know what to
follow, doesn't know where to give, where to trust, where to
change, where to stay, where to go, where to run.
It wants to give, give every single piece that it has. But I find the recipient so often is wrong. My heart is so unreliable, untrustworthy, and so very deceptive.
Slowly the pain from the stupid choices builds up, like
the dust which slowly accumulates on a shelf. You don't realize at
first, until that moment when you suddenly see the ugly, nasty grime
which you've allowed to accumulate on the surface.
My heart is
strong, with a will even I lack the ability to control. It fights with
vigor and persistence, until that moment; when the weight is just too
much, and it cracks beneath the suffocating pain.
Then it explodes,
so fast that even tears cannot keep up. My mind can't understand, and
all I possibly have the strength for is to lay there in the midst of
the tornado until it passes.
It will leave
damage in it's wake, because I was too stupid to evacuate when the
warning bells were wrung.
And it's there,
when I'm left in the wreckage and debris with less than nothing left
to claim, that I'm found. That's when the Holy Spirit comes behind,
slowly rebuilding something stronger from the disaster of my heart
that lays among the ruins.
So come,
hurricane. Come, tornado. Break me over and over again, until there's not a shred of myself left. Destroy me, wreck me, splinter me into more
than a million pieces. Oh yes, break me. Display for me, in your
crystal-clear aftermath, that I'm weak and incapable, stupid,
strong-headed, proud, stubborn, wandering, aimless, hopeless, and in
dire need.
That. I'm. Lost.
For where I am
lost, there also can I be found again.
And He promises to find me.