Gah! Why do I struggle so much to write something positive these days? To write something – anything – of my own volition? I swear, if it wasn’t for these prompts, I might not write at all for weeks on end. Which is strange, really, because when I start, it’s natural. It just goes. Before I go off on a tangent, I want to say thank you. To all of you who help me keep going with my prompts. Because though they may originate here, if it wasn’t for all of you reading and participating in them, I’d have no motivation to keep it up some weeks. Thank you. 🙂
I’m not going to get this posted on Saturday, but I’m happy I at least started it with a minute or two to spare. I’ve spent the day working and occasionally tending to my son Chris’s needs. And talking to…
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Addiction is an ugly beast. I saw you today, but didn’t. The devil is a liar.
I will love you in the ugliness of your disease. It will not consume you. Christ has already done that.
You were sitting so far away even though you were right next to me. I wanted to reach out and kill the ugliness. The silence was malleable. I wanted to cry. You looked like a little child. I wished I could tell you it was all going to be ok.
I hate that you struggled to see the face of Jesus. You forgot the kneeler. The weeks of sobriety. The moments of breakthrough. What He did for you. What we went through to get you here.
You choose the feeders of your destruction over the God you love, I can’t understand it. And what about me? I am standing right here, and…
So I wrote until writing hurt. I wrote my story and my soul until there was only skin left to give.
So I gave it.
I wrote until my bones held my pencil and the only thing keeping me going was the next thought that needed to be written.
So I gritted my teeth and kept writing.
I kept writing while they chatted, while they talked, while they whispered. I wrote through the pain and the tears surrounding me, around me, needing me. I wrote while the world cried and the innocent died. I wrote while the world disappeared before my eyes…
Because writing is the only thing I know how to do and at least I can do that.