How can my life be fixed?
How can I move forward when the past continues to cry out for redemption?
Broken as I am; standing on a fine line between sanity and insanity; how can anything good, or true, or righteous come out of my existence?
I dream of things that are wrong, or impossible… and when I wake, I still desire them in part.
Even in longing to belong to God, I still desire things which God has determined are not right for me. In the battle between flesh and spirit, the flesh frequently lays the stronger claim.
“Oh wretched (person) that I am, who will deliver me from this body of death?” (Romans 7:24)
I am filled with a restlessness and a discontent which nothing in this evil, broken world can satisfy; and I long for escape.
Where others find joy and connection, I see a world filled with pain and despair, and feel powerless to help at all. And evil as I know I am, this overpowering desire to ease the pain and suffering (which I have carried for all of my life) only breaks me further as I come to see that my presence, and my very best attempts only serve to cause more pain.
Who am I?
Why am I here?
Will I ever make it home?
What more will I cost others along the way in my weakened attempts to serve some greater purpose, and remove just a little bit of the hurt in this broken world?
Some days I long for the end, for… “the end is where we begin,” (Captain Jack Harkness – Torchwood)