Ahhhh, my heart is ACHING. Someone very special to my family is hurting crazily in a marriage dishonored. The tears and desperation are raw and sleep deprivation is taking its toll on the injured ones.
It is the case of an intelligent person disillusioned with life, numb under the enormity of issues we bog down under, using whatever means available (that can be bought) to remain disoriented.
This kind of stuff messes with me. My emotions rattle for days and I feel unsettled on how to think. It is as though my soul is in constant plea with God to shine extra clear in their darkest hour; however, my mind is dislodged from its regular
safe pattern. My mind is wrestling with the memory of the very real keening over the phone line.
I remember these feelings – they disorientate me. I know the loss and hurt. I understand
the desperation and most powerful despair of a life spiraling downward. There is no easy answer.
Other than prayer.
Most powerful prayer.
Prayer that paves the way for the intervention of the Miracle Worker – the One who brings the dead back to life. He can renew their purpose. I pray they will let Him.