Warmth in the Reflections of Christ

Do you know that feeling where the Spirit is just strong enough that you can almost put a title of the feeling that you are experiencing but no exact words come to mind, just a still breeze in your mind? Your lips begin to proclaim but then they begin to shake and silently close without causing a scene. The ink on the page begins to flow but is gradually clogs. I have become well acquainted with this numbing embrace and this is my attempt to overcome this overwhelming force. I KNOW that my Redeemer lives and He loves me  as no one I have known could love. He sends the Spirit with the hope to bring me closer unto Him. Inch by inch I crawl closer to the one that knows me most. He is aware of the calamities that wait ahead and He waits for me to come crashing down onto my humble heart. With scars on my knees and hope far behind me, I reach, searching for the answers that He longs to give me. It seems impossible to explain the peace that finds me when I am alone and cold, shivering and barely hanging on but none the less, the peace finds me and welcomes me, just as a Shepard to a lost sheep, just as Christ once did and always does. The peace smiles at me and I know for certain that it loves me and wants me to be happy. Christ's love and enduring grace reflects onto my soul as the sunlight over the lake. The warm, tender captivation stops me every time and leaves a smile on my face that cannot be defeated. With Him, I am strong!

Blind at Noon!

I hate myself for hating you. It's the virus inside of me that is crippling me by the second. The venom is settling in and I don't know where I am. I don't know who I am. I'm only aware of being lost somewhere, somewhere dark. The winding tunnels look like nothing I have ever known in my life. These halls are ever changing. Finally I stumbled across a light, dim but useful. With the newly found asset my journey's lungs were filled with fresh, new air. The chambers were now lit, showing all of the details on the walls like a heart on the sleeve. The light that was once a blessing has now brought me incredible pain; the truth. I realized that the endless, dark, gloomy halls that I had been travelling through had been my very own heart. It was mine but it was as common to me as an old German comic book. It scared me more than anything before that I had ever experienced. The farther I stay away, the happier (blinder) I am. Since that day I tore my heart off of my sleeve and vowed never to trust again! I crashed the lamp and fell to the floor breath-taken, barely with a beating pulse and I swore never to open my eyes again! I love the dark and how its love wont just walk away...