Surviving

December 13, 2024

I am so low today. It seems like a week or so ago, I was excited about Christmas, traveling, and life in general. Today, I got dressed, and it felt like a victory.

I’m writing because I tend to hide these days. I “shelter in place” until the storm has blown through. I don’t want to discuss my reaction to this mire; I want to address it head-on.

This quagmire is dark and pulls like thick snot from the nose or rubber cement.  It tries to envelop any wretched thing that enters its sphere of influence.  It pulls down and down, drowning if it can.

It pulls its victim away from all they love.

It is empty, but it feels like it weighs a thousand pounds.

No light can penetrate it…  Except for one.

The quagmire sneaks in and tries to create a den for itself, but it is not invincible

The Bright and Morning star will come when called.  ALWAYS

He vanquishes the quagmire with His very presence.

He will hold the victim, now the loved one as they regain their strength.

The light is warm and healing, still, the quagmire will try to suck you in again.

Envelope yourself is that sphere of security.  Don’t listen to lies.

But if you do…The Star is always there and loves you.  He will fight the dark forever.