Building

When a city is destroyed, if there are inhabitants left in that city, they build. They have to. We were not created to live and abide in death and destruction but to pass through. Death is not the end. So we build. How will we build though? Will the materials be the same? Who will build with us and for what purpose? In the beginning just lifting up one piece at a time is all we can do. The task it's self being so daunting. Build, reflect, rest and sometimes breakdown. Breakdown because this has to be done at all. Breakdown because this building will never replace what was lost. It will, however protect what is still alive. So be careful how you build. We build a city with walls. Walls that keep things in and keep things out.

At the Root

There is a root of bitterness that bores into the pit of the stomach

It provides the illusion of power and time

Power, because we believe we can control the destructiveness of its silent rage

Time, because we are deceived into believing we have plenty

This root harbors questions that may never be answered

It is home to regret and secret shame

The power of this root shields us from the full brunt of pain and heart ache, so we give place

An illusion of strength, but inside it bores away at all the qualities that bring forth life

Qualities such as hope, forgiveness, reconciliation, faith, and true healing

This wicked root silently secreting its poison into the core of our being, moment by moment, day by day

Until, we no longer recognize ourselves.

In this time of losing there is an illusion that we are in control

So we don’t fight when we should

We silence the voice we were given to combat this darkness

Speak, Speak, Speak

Speak Life

Forgive quickly, hope in tomorrow, believe in miracles, and never give up!

#Jaidynsvoice

Continue

With so many things uncertain my thoughts wander

They walk in times past and speak of yesteryear's

Life was not without adversity then, but the pain seems like that of an old movie

I watch this movie with no sound and it cuts in and out

I can see myself crying in the shower and pleading to God

Now I sit about to clock into a time suspended in restlessness and doubting

A time of loneliness and fear

There will be times I tell myself that I can do this

Utter words of strength and encouragement

And there will be moments of hopelessness

Either way I will continue

I have to
#Jaidynsvoice