Blog Posts, Christian Living, Personal Thoughts

do you hear the cry?

I can’t sleep most nights, and there is an ache in my mind…The more I find of this generation the 1982 and on generation, the one that has no name attached to it…

It’s previous one was just a big old ‘X’

I call this generation without parents, the orphan generation…

I can’t help but wonder if it’s because we have many that would have been friends to us, who are just echo-less screams that I hear in my mind…

I can’t get that thought out of my mind…

Have we aborted those that would have been friends to us?

Have we killed off a generation for the sake of ‘xyz’ from the ‘mother’s right to kill off an unwanted child’ 

Is there such a cry being raised from the children turned into half developed adults looking for mothers, fathers, anyone to love on them…

God is the father to the fatherless, He always has been, holds a deep place in His heart that can bear the pain of this, and yea I’ll admit I hang onto it in self-indulgences, and God lovingly takes away the burden of the pain that keeps me up most nights…

I wonder, (my over thinking gets me off course and into rambling if not careful as you the reader if you’ve bothered to read thus far now know) 

I wonder-

Perhaps this is why there is self injury, eating disorders of all types, abuse of others, abuse upon others, just every manner of ache and the mother of it all…suicide…

I know what that awful pain is like and don’t wish it on anyone…

God knows what that is like as well, He himself bore that ache, that pain of looking for an out and thinking the only way out is for good out…

God made an out of sorts, and also new life to go alone with it…

The enemy of human souls seeks to kill, steal and destroy anything that is good, from above, joyful, of good report, from his nail scared wrists, so I didn’t have to scar mine anymore…

I came to the realization that I didn’t have to carry around this pain but, to stay away from things that nurse the ache, music is a big one for me only worship now for myself

My head space is dark enough as is, my spirit woman needs building up, not tearing down…

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