The Jagged Edges of a Broken Heart
With every beat, my broken heart tears and shreds itself like a melancholy adolescent in search of release. A broken heart created by the sheer gravity of life and death.

In the shadows it becomes crystal clear that at the very core of existence, lies torment and tragedy sprinkled just sparingly with glimpses of joy. Joy that is always short lived. And so it is that every mortal serves this sentence. A sentence of clamoring to breath amongst the heaps of rubbish. Unwilling soldiers drafted to serve in a battle of not ones choosing. A battle of self preservation in pursuit of eternal life.

Similar to that of an unborn child, just waiting to be delivered. Struggling and growing in the womb under the never yielding protection of its mothers carriage. On earth, we wait. We wait to be born so that we too can live without persecution. Without constantly struggling for good in the midst of relentless evil. All the while being sustained by the never yielding protection of our heavenly Father.

The Incessant Pursuit of Contentment
An exhausting read that chronicles a series of steady upheaval littered with tid bits of good. A self propelled cycle that maintains momentum powerful enough to cloud the judgment of the wise and make weary the souls of faithful. Clearly the enemies design.

And so it is, that our insatiable desire for contentment reigns steady at the helm of life, powering our labors yet barely sustaining. We trudge on, day after day, in search of glimpses of light that we know lie solely in the presence of our Savior. His promises fill our lungs with life giving breath and our hearts with fervent hope. We rest in the knowledge that freedom awaits the souls who stand firm in the word, who proudly bear the battle wounds of faith, don the cloche of the righteous and long to be delivered!