On the way down
As family slowly unravels... actually feel a slightly eerie feeling around home. Undercurrents of family problems on both sides of the family gather force and, as circumstances work together to uncover generations of pain, just smash against us.
Broken relationships, dysfunctional families, lifetimes of hurt within and between the 3 'clans' in our family... that i guess all we've chosen to brush aside for years have just reared their ugly head and stare us in the face with the most evil eyes i have ever seen.
What can we do, but enter and embrace all that is here for us. Wishing we had the assurance of one, even one, other believer older or more mature than us to lead this fight. But the dubious honour falls to us. At a time where i just no longer even see myself as fruitful anymore.. just broken, self centered, lustful, envious, and a whole host of other unflattering adjectives.
pastor schmastor.
Truly, on the way down. At the end of self, may we find You waiting.
6 Though the LORD is on high, he looks upon the lowly, but the proud he knows from afar.
7 Though I walk in the midst of trouble, you preserve my life; you stretch out your hand against the anger of my foes, with your right hand you save me.
8 The LORD will fulfill his purpose for me; your love, O LORD, endures forever- do not abandon the works of your hands.
Ps 138:6-8
...
Yet... when i look upwards and outwards, across the room at KC humbling himself as a CL and repenting in prayer, at G doing just half a song at the little cell outreach which was significant because 'that was one of my biggest demons', other men, V, CK, DC and JA, sisters, L, X, M all doing their thing and sensing their heartbeat pounding in sync to yours, i say....
There is yet hope :)
Jill Paquette - Come To Me
Broken and battered,
your confidence's shattered.
But I, I'm still here.
The things that you cling to
they seem to just bring you right back
to your fears.
Where the nails and the spirit my site.
Not quite enough to provide,
the victory in your life
come to me.
Come to me,
if you come to me.
It'll be alright now.
Depression is spending,
this fairytale ending
you saw for you self.
Broken glass photographs
that use to make you laugh
sit on the shelf?
and you'll change the frame if you could,
but you'll do many things that you should.
Hoping that I'll think your good...
we know.
Come to me,
come to me.
If you come to me,
Oh it'll be alright now.
If you come to me,
It'll be alright now.
Your broken and battered,
your confidence shattered.
But I, I'm still here.
Your broken and shattered,
your body's been battered.
By what they call life.
Depression is ending,
this life you've been spending.
Wrapped up in your lies.
And once in a while's not enough.
To show to me what you call love.
So don't waste my words
aren't all I want.
Come to me,
come to me.
If you come to me,
Oh it'll be alright now.
Broken relationships, dysfunctional families, lifetimes of hurt within and between the 3 'clans' in our family... that i guess all we've chosen to brush aside for years have just reared their ugly head and stare us in the face with the most evil eyes i have ever seen.
What can we do, but enter and embrace all that is here for us. Wishing we had the assurance of one, even one, other believer older or more mature than us to lead this fight. But the dubious honour falls to us. At a time where i just no longer even see myself as fruitful anymore.. just broken, self centered, lustful, envious, and a whole host of other unflattering adjectives.
pastor schmastor.
Truly, on the way down. At the end of self, may we find You waiting.
6 Though the LORD is on high, he looks upon the lowly, but the proud he knows from afar.
7 Though I walk in the midst of trouble, you preserve my life; you stretch out your hand against the anger of my foes, with your right hand you save me.
8 The LORD will fulfill his purpose for me; your love, O LORD, endures forever- do not abandon the works of your hands.
Ps 138:6-8
...
Yet... when i look upwards and outwards, across the room at KC humbling himself as a CL and repenting in prayer, at G doing just half a song at the little cell outreach which was significant because 'that was one of my biggest demons', other men, V, CK, DC and JA, sisters, L, X, M all doing their thing and sensing their heartbeat pounding in sync to yours, i say....
There is yet hope :)
Jill Paquette - Come To Me
Broken and battered,
your confidence's shattered.
But I, I'm still here.
The things that you cling to
they seem to just bring you right back
to your fears.
Where the nails and the spirit my site.
Not quite enough to provide,
the victory in your life
come to me.
Come to me,
if you come to me.
It'll be alright now.
Depression is spending,
this fairytale ending
you saw for you self.
Broken glass photographs
that use to make you laugh
sit on the shelf?
and you'll change the frame if you could,
but you'll do many things that you should.
Hoping that I'll think your good...
we know.
Come to me,
come to me.
If you come to me,
Oh it'll be alright now.
If you come to me,
It'll be alright now.
Your broken and battered,
your confidence shattered.
But I, I'm still here.
Your broken and shattered,
your body's been battered.
By what they call life.
Depression is ending,
this life you've been spending.
Wrapped up in your lies.
And once in a while's not enough.
To show to me what you call love.
So don't waste my words
aren't all I want.
Come to me,
come to me.
If you come to me,
Oh it'll be alright now.
posted by DarkRed at 2:30 pm
1 Comments:
Hey bro, understand - though a real pastor schmastor of sorts (I think his name was Paul) and said it best in Rom 8. I want to believe this flesh is not truly me too, all the struggles with ‘this life of mindless sin / that compromises me’... He’s been the most incredible Father to you yknow? Methinks deeper than many of us might ever comprehend. It appears He’s unlikely to not be enough, to let go or to leave any unfinished work. You think?
bro lawrence :)
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