Sunday, October 9, 2011

We Walk For Love a Road Called Hope

When we love people we give them the ability to hurt us. To come crashing over top us, burying us in them and what they are to us. We drop our shields and let down our walls and leave ourselves damageable. We can be broken, bruised, crushed and scarred. Our existence is as if we are a butterfly in their hands; frail, delicate, content to remain in the palm of that which can smother us. When we love we walk a road called Hope that may lead to nowhere and hold onto a lamp called Faith that barely lights our way. We struggle without any road signs, a map, or a sense of direction. We cry to the heavens for help, but sometimes what we love is not for us and so we curse the One who loves us most and stubbornly fight ourselves into the ground, where we lay in a ditch by this road called Hope. We wallow in the rotten leaves and nurse our wounded hearts and curse He who wishes for us to be happy. Then, we hate the road and it's winding ways and barren ground; we break the lamp and wish to remain in darkness and we feel we are undeserving of love. If we could only see the threads of our lives maybe we would trust the One who does see and wants for us the best that we can have. Maybe He wants more for us than a road of false hope and a dead end. Maybe He has a new path, new mode of travel and something truly worth the fight. If we're willing to be weak, to allow ourselves to understand the emotion of frail, then perhaps He wants hands that will understand this and hold us gently, safely and securely. If we are willing to tear our walls down and come out from our shells, maybe He wishes for us to be treasured. Yet, here we are in rotten leaves, choking in agony, fists raised to the sky, and swearing we will never walk a road called hope for love again.
 

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