The darkest time of night
Brings hope in ways not the norm:
When breathing is restored and the room stands still
My mind clears and my Lord speaks in ways never heard before.
He knows my frame
And delivers me once again
With less pain overall these days
And more wisdom than trauma for all the suffering.
For alas I can go
To such a wretched place
Time and again whilst wondering “why?”
Only to find hidden answers just for me, in the those tender places.
Not all makes sense
And that can be o.k. in the end
When I know the Lord is at the helm
And uses my suffering for His glory, my healing, to bring light, and more.
No, it was not wasted
When I found you who came along
This way with me where the blackest times of night
Served to shine streams of sunshine into days once lived in shades of gray.
Oh to keep mediocrity!
That would be dreadful indeed.
To never see beyond vanilla, boring landscapes
Creeping traffic in the middle lane when the Audubon beckons in a Ferrari 458.
Mach 1 with your hair aflame
Is bound to singe your eyebrows too
But how will you know if you are truly alive my dear
If you have not seen, tasted death along the edges of life truly lived whoot, whoot?
Because when it is over
A job will be waiting for you as me:
To tell our stories to those stuck in the dark
Or on an exit ramp on the wrong road they once thought went nowhere too.
There is always more
Even when our breaths are numbered
When we each see the door to the last destination
And can no longer wonder if we did too much or too little when our past cannot change.
The door to eternity awaits us both dear one:
With adventure of which we cannot conceive;
A place filled with wonder and no more tears
Where our heart will be home, finally, at last.
Will you risk this to be true and come to Him?
Will you lay down your fight, the need to know
To let Jesus Christ be your true reason to live:
The Alpha and Omega, the beginning and end.
Even when in our hearts we must let Him reign
Leading our thoughts and quieting all our fears
Adding His increase when no strength remains.
Finding this kind of peace transcends all we see:
We will find more than the mind can imagine for
We will live at peace I tell you for this I have seen.
:JJ
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Jesus is for the Wounded 
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