There are times that I wish the Earth would stop turning on its axis.
I go through such emotion. They wax and wane like the moon. The joy in my heart even on bad days has disappeared. I think I have lost my faith.
How does that happen? It’s a rhetorical question. It sneaks up on you tearing away at who you thought you were and leaves such a dark vast emptiness.
Even even in the darkness, I still hear many people. They try so hard to coax me from the desolation that has shredded my family and faith. Yet even as I turn from God, his infinite mercy and love are still there. I can feel it.
Life is still happening. The lives of those that are so dear to me slip from me and I am powerless to stop that clock from ticking. Normal and abnormal life and death seem to pervade every crevise of my soul.
I am still here. I am still fighting. I am not weak. Phrases I tell myself over and over. A chant that keeps the key wound in my own clockwork.
When there is one alone, [I say,] I am with him. Raise
the stone, and there you will find me; cleave the wood, and there
I am.” Gospel of St Thomas
In my heart I do know I am not alone. The people I have been blessed with are here to guide me and to help me unravel the rubble I stand in. I am grateful.