it's been three months since the blitzkrieg began and now that all the bombs have dropped, i stand and marvel at where i'm at. instead of ash and plumes of smoke, a calm breeze constantly calms and stirrs my soul. some days are tougher than others but with each passing 24, the heartache lessens.
with a deep sigh i think about what i lost and with another i think about how much i gained:
my family
my friends
my health
and most importantly my eternal Hope.
as a kid/adolescent, mercy and grace were words and concepts that i constantly heard; i thought i'd understood and practiced them but it wasn't until recently that i truly experienced the gravity of what those words truly meant.
looking at this past february, all i would see was pain and misery. going a bit deeper though, past the pain and misery, i am now see growth and joy. these are the intangible things that religion will never be able to give anyone and i will be eternally grateful that my God intervened and took drastic measures to get me back.
bittersweet nostalgia is what i'm left with now.
they are helpful reminders that apart from God i am a wretched and broken man.
and so, with this so hopefully ends the string of emo posts i've written. much love and God bless :)
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