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What? No answer? No response? Nothing to say?
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Why would you create such a creature? A dark, loathsome thing that has no dignity or manners.
He has barged into my life three times and wrecked it. For what? What did it accomplish? I'm not a better person. I'm worse than I was the day before. I'm broken. Irreparably damaged because pieces of me are missing. I can't ever be put back together. I'm walking wounded, bleeding internally.
Did I say it was a terrible day? The sun shines and the birds sing, and the boiling cauldron we've been in has simmered down a bit. But the shadow cast by that beast does not retreat. No, he leaves his stench everywhere. Sachets of it that burst open as they rot and envelope you in a stinking cloying cloud when you least expect it that chokes you, burns your eyes, and wrings your insides until you want to scream. To what end?
And he cares not who he strikes. Tiny babies and old men. Young men and old women. Beautiful girls and ugly crones. It doesn't matter. I often wonder if the destruction he leaves in his wake gives him pleasure.
Despite what Touched by an Angle would have you believe, death is not an attractive man in a lovely suit holding your hand while you die. He isn't kind, loving, or gracious. He's the uninvited guest at the table. The stalker peering through the windows or around the corner. He's the unconcerned onlooker who watches you as you drown but never moves to rescue you.
Death is not a gentleman. He is the Devil in the dark.
And you created him. Through Him, all things were made, and without Him, nothing was made that has been made.
There is no comfort for the lives he destroys. Time doesn't heal these wounds. We struggle to keep them covered until the next attack.
Note:
(This blog is, and has always been, my conversations with God. Sometimes they're direct talks, meaning, I am actually talking and leaving a response to my comments that I feel inspired to leave. You can believe they're my own comments if you like. Other times, I simply write about what is in my heart. Today, my heart is wounded and hurting.
My belief is that God always understands where we are coming from. He isn't confused. We might be confused, but He isn't. And when I need to tell him how bad my situation is, He is not intimidated by my anger, frustration, and pain. So, if this post offended you, I'm sorry you're offended. You can talk to Him if you'd like but don't pray for me if you are offended. You aren't serving the same loving, understanding, and patient God that I am. I don't need prayers to strange gods on my behalf.)
Revelation 6:10 berates our Lord much more than you have here. He has provided some of the answers - death arrived with a bite of fruit from a forbidden tree. What we don’t know - but He does - is how one of His creations would use death as a weapon against God himself. Death stings. It rips hearts into pieces. It removes hope. It leaves us alone when we need people the most. It leaves scars. Thanks be to our Father that He provides a Comforter beyond our comprehension. One who provides peace beyond our understanding. Hope, time, and love to share. God be with you.
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