The biggest problem with the human experience is that we’re all trying to get someone to see the wondrous art that is who we are, whilst being buried under trauma and shame. And typically, no one stays around long enough to dig through the dark forest of our dysfunction to actually see our true selves / the inner child that is so desperate to be known. Therefore, we just put on a smiling mask of independence to hide our pain and need for connection. Then one day we wake up in our fifties to realize we may very should have exposed our wounds more readily decades prior. Hence, we mourn the time lost before morphing into a robot of responsibility, wondering if anyone will ever truly see us (most don’t).
And this, my friends, I believe, is the greatest loss to/in the modern world.
This ragamuffin, still today, grapples with this twisted mindset, and in various circumstances, lived it for decades. Below are my observations interwoven with my own experiences / thoughts / feelings regarding.
Some didn’t survive this lonely walk through the dark carnival of brokenness. Some overdosed trying to dull the pain of such suffering and others took their own lives. I myself have stood at the exit door of life many times. And the only hope I was ever able to find, the only relief I ever got was by unconditional surrender to Jesus Christ. I know how cliché that sounds. But I’m not talking about joining a church or being conned into something by some slick talking preacher. No! I’m talking about having lost everything, having nothing to live for, and Jesus standing over my broken life and reaching out his welcoming hand to me. In those moments, it’s not about religion or all the junk that comes with it. It’s about one man’s soul hanging in the balance and a loving savior walking away from the 99 to save one like me. I myself have been the prodigal son more times than I could count in this lifetime. So much so it makes me want to puke with disgust as to how many times I’ve returned to the same sewer of dysfunction he'd already delivered me from. But the surprising thing is, he’s never once made me feel bad about that process no matter how many times we did the dance of repentance together. But boy, the enemy was there to remind me of how much of a loser I was every time that repeated cycle occurred. But that was to be expected. He is the accuser and father of lies; why should I be surprised when he accuses me and whispers lies into my ears, wanting me to follow his evil ways? It’s just all part of the journey here on earth. Hope is only truly found in Jesus Christ. Everything else is a heavily medicated lie attempting to convince us we don’t need God. The only thing that drives out darkness is light. The more we stand in it, the more freedom from toxic self-talk we will find. It’s really not complicated, it just takes the faith of a mustard seed…
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