beautiful, and just as broken...

 ...if, by chance, you find yourself recipient of a gem when mining the streams of friendship, by all means value its blessing. it requires so little effort to show appreciation. in a world where shiny trinkets of superficial beauty are definitely more treasured than the substantial and often taken for granted cast-iron commonalities, it's important to understand the difference between value and worth.

we all find ourselves walking along a shore of broken shells. for me, the absence of presumed perfection allows opportunity for acceptance. such comfort in the knowing - a friend, without pretense - beautiful, and just as broken...

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Saturday, February 3, 2018

standing at the threshold of undone...

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day four of hell on earth - aka: flu 2018.
not one to complain about being sick very often, i have been reduced to a miserable three year old, unable to maintain any semblance of human dignity. i completely understand the cliche' "just shoot me - put me out of my misery"... perhaps the most difficult part has been the confinement. if nothing else, this stint in influenza purgatory has reaffirmed my allegiance to distancing myself from any behavior that even remotely alludes to forced interment in a cell. i am without a doubt living exactly to par with the title of this blog...

however short, this post serves to speak condolence to anyone sharing a similar misfortune. my prayers for your recovery. and for those of you that have dodged the bullet, my sincere congratulations. if you fall into the latter category, please don't sport heirs of conceit. i was one of you just days ago. i too walked around the roost wearing the temporal shield of pride. today i realized the err of my assumption. today i pray for healing. today - i simply pray for comfort in this storm...

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all we require

sometimes,

when the world is wrapped in night,

we pause - 
breathe deep the comfort of quiet -
think about the could have been - 
the should have been; 
even contemplate the why not. 

it's in those times we find accommodation to the greatest options. 
while possibly camouflaged in shades of speculation, 
we own autonomy over indecision. 

sometimes,

when we find ourselves alone,

we pause - 
commiserate with our hurt,

hold hands with our pain. 
feel justified in wearing our shroud of sorrow.

after all,
no one else could ever understand -
this water of fear much too deep,
much too wide -
for anyone to ever swim across; to survive.

sometimes,

wrapped up inside our feelings of reluctance, 
we simply cannot see the purpose - 
comprehend the reason for our struggle.
and as we grasp at threads of reason much too weak to hold our trembling hands, 
we feel the battle lost - 
surrender - 
become, 
undone...

sometimes,

we pray... 

perhaps that is when we truly find our strength -
rather, 
realize our potential. 
with everything considered necessary - stripped away;

fear and anger, 

pain and sorrow,

what we thought mattered and even cherished.

when completely emptied of all we desire -
at that moment to find we've been given all we require. 

⁹ And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.  ¹⁰ Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong. [2 Corinthians 12:9-10New King James Version (NKJV)]