A WEAPON IN THE SILENCE

My body felt exhausted…

Too tired maybe to even fake a strength

Keep a pretty smile plastered on my face

Or try to pretend that when I was out of sight

I wouldn’t have to deal with every single emotion I pretended not to feel

So on my bed I lay

Too paralyzed to move an inch

Maybe a bit scared that if I moved too much, I’d break a bone

Reminding me once again of my weaknesses too many to count

The silence found its own peculiar way

Of either drowning the thoughts

Or amplifying the voice

Either way—

This time, right at the point I felt I’d lose this battle again…

I found a weapon in Jeremiah 18:4

A real double-edged sword

Penetrating into the craziest of thoughts

Messiest of emotions

Deepest confusion and uncertainties

Infusing me with a quiet confidence

Whispering calm answers

To raging questions of my mind

It’s the assurance I found in that verse

That made me feel sane again.

“But the jar he was making did not turn out as he had hoped, so he crushed it into a lump of clay again and started over.”

‭‭Jeremiah‬ ‭18‬:‭4‬ ‭NLT‬‬(I hope to share more about this soon)

~Ruach’s Light