The Chasm

It's one of those moments where I know there are a million thoughts and words inside my mind and heart and soul, but I'm not sure exactly how to access them.  There is a chasm within me, one that for eons of my life has been empty and vast, sprawling lifeless, waiting for that brief breeze to whistle through it,  refreshing its barrenness for just a moment.  Yet somehow, I feel a rushing of something, not only fresh air to blow away the stagnation, but also water, clear and full of life, to bring actual growth to the empty place.

Not every refreshing is easy or simple.  Sometimes there are complexities and challenges that come.  The parched, cracked ground takes time to heal.  So do I.

There is a joy, too, in common battles.  I had some lows this past week, some times where the triggers I'd pushed to the side for days on end came piling all on me at once, leaving me breathless and broken.  Yet it is another opportunity for me to see my brokenness, and as difficult as it is, it brings me closer to my Lord Jesus, because all I can do is weep at His feet knowing that He understands better than any human, even those who have experienced these trials.  And then He sends humans from out of the blue who understand too, and my tender heart is warmed.

I have no more words, for the rest of that in my soul is too rich to find human words to write.