the LORD & I have been arguing for days over four small words:
[thy will be done.]
let this be known: never is there a bigger sacrifice than compromising the cloth that has woven your soul, choosing to burn its textile rather than cling to its strong stitchings & worn-in, familiar pattern, leaving you in nothing but incinerated rags.
I plea for maintained remains of this combusted fallacy of joy, whilst He responds with simply
[I am making all things new.]
please hear this: there is truly nothing that can mend you here, nothing that can weave you together & save your heart from being torn as a love letter ripped into shreds of its possibilities, leaving you with nothing but disintegrated dreams.
my past is aching to become my present, & my perceived future has begun to rewind. my place in this world has become null&voi;; without the hope I once held close. for what happens to a princess when her earthly prince continues to commit slow suicide?
[peace, My child.]
I can hear my bones screaming to be heard, as songs on a broken record, stuck on repeating the same old refrain: please please please please please…
[on earth as it is in Heaven.]
night sweats-- when your mind cannot stop running even whilst you sleep. shaking limbs— when your heart trembles & begs to stay alive.
[plans to prosper you, not harm you; plans for hope & a future.]
I’m strung out on all these things that keep me sane while my mind feels like its going through withdrawals of the Holy Spirit—
WHERE ARE YOU, GOD & WHY IS THIS YOUR PLAN? YOU DO NOT LOVE ME AS YOU ONCE DID.
[those who hope in the LORD renew their strength.]
laying on my bedroom floor with hymns pouring from my mouth like tongues of fire & bile I feel farther from glory than I ever have.
[He restores my soul.]
LORD as Christ once begged of you Take This Cup, LORD I plea for deliverance for reconciliation for an exodus from this body that is full of intoxication & self-loathing.
[until the very end of the age.]
LET MY SPIRIT RISE FROM THE ASHES & BE HEALED OF THIS HORROR.
1 Corinthians 14:1-2 Pursue love, and earnestly desire the spiritual gifts... For one who speaks in a tongues speaks not to men but to God; for no one understands him, but he utters mysteries in the Spirit.