in the chaos there is room for interpreting things as they are,
there's barely a glimpse of hope that we're actually still alive, yeah- the hearts' beating and one may seem attentive to their surroundings but the artistry of the mind is so complex that when so many events get thrown at it all at once it is only natural for it to react in defense mode. yet, multitasking never was, is or will be an art but a false justification for getting things done all the while, things are falling apart. in the mind of one that has been wholly separated and made new- it is an obligation i would dare to say- to depart at once and flee to the arms of the everlasting Father. receive His divine listening ear and pour out our chaotic storms before Him only to go away in abundant peace. yes, it may sound so simple yet the cure is but that easy yet complicated all at once for the pilgrim. hence, we need the reality of our pilgrimage to be ever set before us so that we may therein never equate ourselves with this fleeting world and find a place to rest our head here, no this is our battle ground. oh precious kin- if you were to but merely glance up and see your ever triumphant Home- the Lion of the Tribe of Judah then, and only then will you find rest. but even at that, do not let your comfort lead you to pride and rarely approach the throne of grace just as much as you shouldn't let His never ceasing mercy lead you to slothfulness disguising itself as rest. nope, holy war and peace are hand in hand. learn this oh weary heart of mine.