in the middle of the 2am insomnia
the rudely timed nausea
the restless movements
the sinking emptiness
the painful longing
I have a choice
to choose to go back to wine I never liked
or the pills that never lasted
or the anger that only burned
I could run 50 miles a week
shop to no end
bite my nails off
I could leave for the coast
or disappear in the mountains
or burry myself in an avalanche of blankets
but none of these things hold hope
hold life
are You
and so I ask, as temptation weighs
as it knocks with its old familiar sound
that each thud reminds me of You
Your nail torn hands
Your dark night
Your suffering
and let me see that in it, I am met
with the One who endured so that we could endure, not alone, not despite.
but
in, during, throughout.
1 Corinthians 10:13
New International Version
13 No temptation[a] has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted[b] beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted,[c] he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it.
Brenna this is so freaking beautiful
This is beautiful. I feel anxious about my soul because my reaction to hard situations is to want to try to deconstruct a lot of strictures about the value of suffering and the necessity of asceticism, but I feel fear about the consequences, so my defensive posture then is resentment of God for that pressure and anxiety.