thankfully fleeting.

there are days
when I can be writhing with hurt inside.
this is no theatrical rendition,
no grab for attention,
I just need to say that
on some days my heart sinks.

there are moments when I feel like all I have worked towards
has been a solo project;
when no amount of comfort will console.

these days are brief, they end;
the moments pass.
the painful thoughts conflict with joyful realities,
lights of proof that my life is full of Good
and everything
will be okay.

and although there is no clear resolution in sight,
one will present itself and when it does
some darkness in my mind,
the enemy I guard against daily,
whispers that
another bout of darkness
will undoubtedly fall.

this is life, I consider: cyclical, circular,
and although it takes some effort to remind myself,
I know that my purpose is large.


"I tell you, love your enemies. Help and give without expecting a return.
You'll never—I promise—regret it.

Live out this God-created identity the way our Father lives toward us, 

generously and graciously, 

even when we're at our worst.
Our Father is kind; you be kind.

Don't pick on people, jump on their failures, criticize their faults—
unless, of course, you want the same treatment.
Don't condemn those who are down; that hardness can boomerang.
Be easy on people; you'll find life a lot easier.
Give away your life; you'll find life given back,
but not merely given back—
given back with bonus and blessing.
Giving, not getting, is the way. Generosity begets generosity."
- Luke 6: 35 - 38, The Message