Nice Lies and Narrow Paths. (Isaiah 30:8-11)

It's hard to admit when we need help. It's hard to admit when going up the steep path that the narrow is path and we could use a hand staying on it. All to often it's easier to hear, and we often want to, "This is Fine." To the point where it's become a meme. Our lives burning down around us and never having the eyes to see it, either for our own blindness or wilful stubbornness. And perhaps I'm just speaking for myself, but when my life was burning down around me, I didn't know which way was up, who I was even, or what to say or where to go in my life, at the very end of me with nothing left; not hope, not prayer, not song, just tears and a pleading chance that the creator of the universe might give enough of a damn about me to answer. And HE did. Did when I was 13, did when I was 25, does every day of my life. I am never alone and it is no longer my life that is on fire, my soul is. And that shift has made all the difference between life and hope in the Now and Not Yet Garden places and the sorrow, fear, depression, hurt, and anger, that had me on twelve (12) different prescription medications in my 20s just to function. Pit by Choice or Garden by Grace.

I thought about calling it "Easy Lies and Hard Truths." May still, I don't know, both are accurate.

Later upload today, might be one tomorrow, playing it by ear but am (was) able to get my pain meds and a nerve burn scheduled so blessings there as well as the blessings of getting it edited!
Bible © Tyndale, NLT, 2015
Edited by fam.