old wounds

i thought time had healed me…that the deep chasms of the past had settled into tired scars had settled into a few rough edges in my emotional memory.

but papers in the mail.

but demands of losing even the little i have.

but the glib assumption that this is, of course, just something that needs to happen…a mere formality…a matter of record.

and my saturday morning has darker skies and my coffee has added bitterness and my heart is heavier because there is weight to these opened wounds. there is burden to this sadness. there is mass to this sickness i’ve carried in my gut these past several days.

so i will go and speak for what i still have…for what i won’t let go of…for the hopefulness of future healing.

and i will remember the goodness of a faithful Father, the sweetness of a good woman, and the brightness of restoration as yet unhappened.

and these old wounds will not be my end.

sometimes

i wonder

when the long lines of sunset lay across the earth

and the birds begin their common routine of nesting for the night…

i wonder

when the steam from my cup of tea rises slowly

and a delicate course of Oscar Peterson’s piano spills out from the speaker…

i wonder

when the absence of hand in mine

when the silent void beside me

becomes too loud to ignore…

if this heart of mine will ever find its match.

barely together

Lately, I have had this sense that everything in my life might fly off in a thousand different directions.

Like there is a thin veneer of wholeness on everything right now that looks happy and beautiful but is – in reality – terrifically fragile.

And I don’t know what to do about it.

I’m not even sure what to say next…

sweet, sweet song

You are so good to me
You heal my broken heart
You are my father in Heaven

You are beautiful my sweet, sweet song

This song has been on my mind and lips since I woke this morning…a proclamation of hopefulness and a breath of thankfulness.

When times are joyful, God is my beautiful, sweet song.

When times are sorrowful – whether I feel it in the moment or not – God is still my beautiful, sweet song.

He is good…all the time. He heals broken hearts and mends bruised spirits. He is a loving heavenly Father who invests Himself in us…shows Himself in our need…proves Himself in our weakness.

When I feel it…when I don’t…He is beautiful.

Lord, let me know that always.

Lord, let me sing Your song always.

one more chance

Damn you, Spotify. You keep throwing songs at me that play on my insecurities and bruised places. One More Chance by Ira Wolf is not playing fair…stop it.


I’m sorry for the things I’ve said
I never meant to break you the way you broke
In a distance over bridges
I hear you calling out
through the smoke
And I hold my breath
while you choke

I watched the cars crashed in slow motion
Didn’t look away
Should’ve seen what was coming
You stopped running
But all I know is I chase
I never learnt
how to stay

The truth is
I’m no good for you
You probably know it
by now
but in case you don’t
or you may forgot
Give me one more chance
I’ll let you down

I hope that you find somebody to love
It’s what you deserve
Someone to adore you more than you know and you know
I’m not her
All I can promise is the worst

The truth is
I’m no good for you
You probably know it
by now
but in case you don’t
or maybe you forgot
Give me one more chance
and I’ll let you down

And I’ll remember you
drunk and crying
The time you told me
you felt like dying
‘Cause you knew
that we’ve only been lying to ourselves

The truth is
I’m no good for you
You probably know it
by now
but in case you don’t
or maybe you forgot
Give me one more chance
and I’ll let you down

listening

You know how, sometimes, a piece of a lyric will jump out at you from some song? As though the whole piece of music is fine, but there is just one line…one thought…one combination of words that strike you with an especially sharp blade?

This morning, while I was mindlessly making my coffee and packing my lunch, my Spotify playlist tossed TWO zingers at me. I record them here for future reflection and pondering…

The first comes from the song John Wayne by Little Green Cars:

You know it’s your neglect
is the reason that I’m so obsessed with you
And when I asked you your name you said John Wayne
And I guess it’s true
Coz then you shot me down
Doubled over and I hit the ground right in front of you
I guess in the Wild West
it’s ok to shoot the pest that’s annoying you

It’s easy to fall in love
It’s easy to be alone
It’s easy to hate yourself
when all your love is inside someone else

That final set of lines is what especially nailed me. Last night and this morning I have been wrestling with a lot of negative feelings about myself and this perception of unlovability that creeps in now and again. It isn’t rational…I know that I am loved. I know that I am important to the people in my life. But feelings are liars and can be so damned convincing. And when a person you feel such strong affection for is in a different place, it can feel like being shot down…and that, in turn, can make a person feel a bit lost and unloveable.

Again…these are lying feelings…but they seem real.

The second song was Wait So Long from Trampled By Turtles:

I could never pretend that I don’t love you.
You could never pretend that I’m your man.
That’s exactly the way that I want it.
That’s exactly the way that I am.

And you know that I’m doomed to repeat this
With all the bad habits that I’ve learned

I wonder about that…AM I doomed to repeat this habit I have of falling for unattainable women? IS it exactly the way I want it? If so, where does that pattern come from in my life? What are the seeds that grew into this chain of yearning and disappointment and loss?

And, so, I put these lines here to come back to at some later date. I have no answers now…just more questions and uncertainty.


Incidentally, nothing new happened in my life…things are, all things considered, going quite well. Friendships have been restored in a very pleasing way…and days seem pretty great. My thoughts just took some weird, drained turn last night and it’s difficult to shake. So, these lyrics resonate with me this morning. That’s all.

surviving in the woods

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According to Wikihow, the best thing to do when one finds oneself lost in the wilderness is to not panic. Just in case it has never occurred to you to not panic when lost, you’re welcome. Now you know.

There is, in fact, a nice little acronym that will come to your aid…STOP:

  • S = sit down
  • T = think
  • O = observe your surroundings
  • P = prepare for survival by gathering materials

That’s my plan for today. I’m feeling a little lost…a little uncertain of my situation…a little disoriented in my surroundings…so, I’d better take this survival advice and just STOP for a while.

A few weeks out from what, essentially, spelled the end for me of something I’d hoped would be a lifelong relationship, I’m unsure of where to go from here. It feels like loss. It feels like being lost. So, I suppose, I should follow the steps and just sit down. Just rest for a little while. Just pause from the panic and…breathe…

SIT DOWN… It’s easier said than done when your mind is racing and your heart has a tendency to drop into familiar places, but it is a self-discipline I must adopt. Psalm 46:10 says to “Be still, and know that I am God”. Truly, that’s all I need to recognize. There IS a God in the middle of this, and He has everything under control even when I can’t see it.

THINK… Trust me…my mind is whirring most of the time, but it’s not always focused on productive thoughts. Colossians 3:2 tells me to “Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things”. That is where I need to focus…on the truth that none of this life is accidental and none of it is outside the purview of Christ. The earthly stuff often doesn’t make sense, but heavenly things are real and eternal.

OBSERVE YOUR SURROUNDINGS… In Numbers chapter 13, Moses sent twelve dudes to spy out the land that God had promised to them centuries earlier. Ten of them came back and reported that it was, indeed, a beautiful place…but, unfortunately, it was overrun with giants and danger and proceeding was sooooo not recommended. The other two guys – Joshua and Caleb – assured Moses and the Israelites that, yes, there were some big galoots hanging out in the land…but they’d be no problem for the One True God who had already rescued them again and again. THAT is the perspective I need to have. Are there challenges in my current situation? Sure there are. But, are they a problem too great for God? Absolutely not!

PREPARE FOR SURVIVAL BY GATHERING MATERIALS… In Matthew 14, there is the story of a multitude of people who came to hear Jesus teach. As dinner time approaches, the disciples suggest that Jesus should send all the people home so they can find their own meals. Jesus, instead, asks, “What do you have on hand?” and the disciples report that they can find only a paltry assemblage of snacks. Jesus tells them to gather what they have and, basically, prepare for a miracle. There is so much trust required in this scenario. My earth-bound eyes have a very difficult time seeing beyond physical limitations. But there is Jesus…telling me to gather what I’ve got and trust Him to do the heavy lifting.

It aggravates me that I live in a space of such mental and emotional ups and downs. I wish I was more consistently on one level. But here I am…all over the place. Upbeat mornings turn into downcast afternoons, followed by evenings of hopefulness and, finally, bedtime reflections on sadness and what/whom I’m missing. That isn’t the thought program of a peaceful mind.

Which is why I’m writing this post right now…to call myself back into accountability…to double down on my observance of what I should actually be doing. To refocus on productive steps of surviving and, hopefully, thriving.

It’s a process, I realize. And these are some big, dark, confusing woods I find myself in… But they don’t go on forever, regardless of how it feels. I will get back to a more familiar terrain. I will find security and clarity and safety again. And, hopefully, I will meet the heart that matches mine and which has been shaped like a corresponding puzzle piece specifically for me.

Incidentally…just in case you really are lost in the woods right now and your mobile device battery is running low, you may want to grab a sharp stick and scratch the full list of survival tips into the dirt. They might save your life. Or, at the very least, give you something productive to do as you await rescue.

  1. Don’t panic if you’re lost.
  2. Get oriented.
  3. Stay in one place.
  4. Build a fire.
  5. Signal your location.
  6. Scout your area.
  7. Find a good source of water.
  8. Purify your water.
  9. Find or create shelter.
  10. Find safe food.

You, dear wanderer, are welcome.