If there's one thing the past two years have taught me, it's that this world is not Home.
When the rug is pulled out from under me and I struggle to grasp on to the last thread of the world, rain and stormy winds whip my eyes and I cannot see. Darkness surrounds me and waves thrash my body. I reach out my hands to feel for the foot of the cross, the only thing that's real... the only thing that I can hold onto that won't fade away when the curtain drops and this farce of a world falls away for good. My hands touch Christ's feet. We leave this world only with what we gave. The truth is revealed in the greatest of Graces. Hidden in our true heart's knowing, the depth of God's Love.
(I will not let the evil one convince me that I have no choice but to fail. Or that my faith is dispensable. I will choose the harder road that doesn’t go against my heart. We will eventually lose everything and everyone. All will be stripped away. God is showing me by stripping away the things and the people I thought would always be there, to show me He is all I really have. I’m still a little in denial about the impending loss of someone who was one of my dearest friends of 25 years.)
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