I am surrounded by so much brokenness,
So many people struggling to keep their expensive mascara from being ruined by tears,
Smiles altered with commas of pain and loss of hope
Sick hearts, broken spirits
Broken by actions and inactions,
Broken by lies, loss and death,
Broken by confusion and unearthing of hidden fears,
Lying tongues and painted lips
Tongues that say ‘I am okay’, when it really means ‘Help me I am drowning’
Lips painted with expressions that do not break the surface
Hidden and untold stories
Those trusted to guard, shattered their trust like the ruins of an antique mirror
Who will stand for them?
I am but one, with no answers
Not enough wisdom for everyone
So much brokenness, likened to a house ransacked for priceless jewels
Not enough strength to pick up the ruins
So they sit and stare at what once was
Staring at paintings of what could have been
Trying so hard to bury memories of what was
I hope the let ‘I am’ come in
Because ‘He is’
He is the one who cleans up after a blizzard hits
Waiting at the beginning of the racetrack
Hoping they would pass on the baton
Trusting that not only will He finish the race
But He will carry them on His shoulders
They say He is silent
I ask Him why
And He reminds me of every time I gave myself over to Him
And went back to pick myself up
How I never let Him finish what He started
He reminds me that my time was not His time
He is the Jeweller that restores our broken pieces
The Potter than never gets tired of remoulding His clay
He just is.
He is the answer to their brokenness.
The answer to their lengthy questions
He is their exclamation mark, comma and full stop.
He is the entire sentence.
He just is.
The importance of controlling my tongue becomes increasingly important with age,
I learnt this because someone decided to express their unsolicited opinion to me yesterday, this has actually been occurring recently and my background has allowed me acquire a vast vocabulary which gives room for witty answers.
My first instinct was to give an I depth explanation of where I thought they should shove their answer, but then I also thought of how easy it is to ‘put people in their place’ and tell them my own unsolicited opinion and how it becomes an unending circle of words exchanged and feelings getting hurt.
What did I do instead? I responded in a nice way which made the person assume I actually accepted their opinion.
To my human mind it was a battle lost, but I thought of having to get over the emotions of hurting someone else intentionally and I thought it better to deal with it on my own with Gods help.
Every human being let alone Christian needs to have a thick skin, because some people derive pleasure in bringing you down, it gives them a sense of accomplishment and superiority, and frankly if you think about it, do we not all do that in one way or the other?
We must die to self on a ‘minute’ basis and that includes controlling our tongue and thoughts, as there will always be people whose sole goal is to test us, our grade in the end depends on how we act and react to these tests.