Her Broken wing

Many years, too-many-to-count, I cried, “God, please take this “thorn in my flesh” from me.” But my prayer seemingly went unanswered. In the throes of sickness, I blamed everyone. I blamed my past, my parents, my family and well just anyone or any circumstance without really ever stepping up to the plate of onus to my disease. And not just the disease of addiction, but that of self. Self-centeredness, Pride, arrogance just to name a few.

The disease of the “Self” doesn’t just happen to me. Daily I hear it. At work, when things aren’t going as others would like or think it should, it is a constant battlefield of “life isn’t fair.” Life became unfair at the time of the Fall—in the Garden of Eden.) (Genesis)

The world became a sky painted of grays as a background to many living life of shattered hope.

Hope –Faith, being the sureness of “… what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.” (Hebrews 11:1)

Thus, maybe my hope of something isn’t what I was expecting… but something beyond my wildest dreams.

Just maybe in the unfairness of it all awaits my God ready to steal my breath and leave me speechless.  

Beautifully Awkward

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