We minimize and reject portions of the story God is telling through our lives. Stuffing those experiences, those moments we don’t want to talk about, away.
Wounds become scabs. Ready to be made raw at a moments notice. A simple comment made; A scene from a TV show. Pain discovered anew.
Walking grief is the new norm. We don’t even know that we are living in this manner, sick. Ignoring the bigger story God is weaving. Denying that pain has occurred. Until one day, someone speaks truth. Giving light to the darkest depths of anguish.
Expectations rule us. We perceive that others do not want to hear what we are going through.
“They are sick and tired of us talking about this,” we say.
A pit of lies.
And yet we live in denial of the story being written. Telling God that He is not there in that moment. While failing to realize that He has never left.
It’s jarring to read about video games one day and then infertility the next. It’s uncomfortable.
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