Sunday, September 30, 2012

We Pray....and Pray....

We beg the Lord to HELP us....
We beseech His Merciful  Stewardship...
in order to LEAD us out of the Deeply Troubled Waters that we've been treading...
Tumultuous Waters indeed...
We Cry and Beg and Mourn...
with Regret and Self Recrimination....
with Promises and Resolutions...
with Self examination...with more than just a Modicum of Authenticity...
with Grit even....
We float, albeit HEAVILY.... among the Graphic waves of Atonement and Guilt....
And then.....
We Sleep.....

And in the morning....
just a glimmer of sunlight crossing over our sleepy eyes...
holding out some kind of prophetic sign......
YES...a sign....
of a BETTER DAY emerging...
And on this particular morning, we notice immediately...
that the heaviness and the gray color of yesterday has virtually disappeared from view...
And in its place..... ORANGE and YELLOW and FUCHSIA....
and the smell of lemons and sugar....and lavender waft through the air...
The "Transformed" Air...
And we KNOW, beyond a shadow of doubt, that God has listened to our lamentations...
to our somewhat befuddled diatribe even...
and that He has Saved us....
We KNOW that GOD has SAVED us....yet again...


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