Ghosts in the Closet

How do you forgive what you forget?

Is it possible to resemble a past you don’t remember?

I don’t know but I’m learning.

The expression of emptiness is the numb pain of a reality without all your truth living with you.

When the truth returns, will you want it? Will you wait for it? Or will you extinguish it with another arrow of denial.

Those that are crippled have chosen to be that way – when you are crippled through denial.

Those that embrace addiction or being treated poorly as a means to get by, do so out of the strength of least resistance.

I have not buckeld under the weight of my past but it has been a slow progression towards the light.

“No more,” my mind would scream as my body was possessed with more pain, more blows of hate. One more blow might be the last time I can do it.

And then one more blow always came.

But I did make it. Because of a loving God who endlessly walked beside me — calling gently to me that there was a another destiny for me to find. I had a calling that brought purpose from the pain.

God destory that that destroys me. Please. Under the weight of your glory let me breath. Let me take comfort in knowing that your all seeing eye does not forget. Let me take my next breath free from fear, free from worry, and free from remorse.

I cannot change what happened in the past. I cannot undo what it has taken from me.

But your all seeing eyes hold the truth.

Weeping may endure for the night but Joy comes in the morning. Grant me your strength to see it all through.

In Jesus’ mighty name, I leave it all with you.

A figure in a white robe walking on turbulent ocean waters with dark storm clouds overhead and a boat in the background.

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