There was a day when Fear reigned over her heart....
...Chaos and pain were there, in abundance.
....Joy and Sorrow waged war within her.
Day by day she went, burdened and clouded by fear, the weight of it.
Moment by moment the war took its toll, as Fear and its minions stood by...
But that day did not last forever.
There was a day when that broken, almost false "joy" reigned.
....It was still a day of Fear.
For a time, it seemed like the war had ended.
The MASK was on.
Then it cracked.
That day did not last forever.
There was a day when sorrow came, and for a time, fear was washed away in the flood.
Ah. Raw pain.
But sorrow could not get deep enough, and the wells remained shut.
Need I say more? Fear continued its tyrannical reign in her heart.
How long could she last?
The days went on.... Then they ended.... And new ones came.
Did they?
Where was hope?
Insides torn asunder- what is a step forward?
Three days of death.
Then..... Life?
YES.
In a rush.... and also a slow trickle.
Someone lifted the girl up.
Love brushed aside the cobwebs of fear.
Now, she laughs from a well that is open.
In the storms, she groans from that deep place.
Sorrow at last has come out of hiding.
Yet the mask is no longer- the smile, too, is real.
Can it be?
There is a day where she wakes up....
....Overwhelmed with GRIEF, unable to face the day.
Sorrow so deep it can barely stand to crawl.
At last, the pits have been unturned.
Pain has found a safe place to come out of hiding.
Can it really?
There is a day where she wakes up....
....Laughs with the little ones, glories in the beauty around.
JOY so bright and deep, the darkest nights cannot dim it.
Hope no longer fights itself, but falls into safety.
It's true, I know.
LIFE has come.
Now she stands in the storm, Joy in One hand, Sorrow in the Other.
No longer at war, Joy and Sorrow are the doors to her heart.
Love keeps it safe, a Watchman on the wall.
There will be a day when Fear comes again,
to put to war that which is within.
Fear will not win.
Sorrow and its children, Pain, Grief, Loss, Doubt....
Joy and her children, Hope, Trust, Faith...
They have been entrusted to the One who conquered that death.
On that day, She will lift her head, eyes on Life, which is the Light of all mankind.
For She knows who she has believed, and is convinced that He is able to guard what has been entrusted to Him until that day.
Verse References: 2 Timothy 1:12, John 1
