But there is a practice in which my talents are far superior to this. It is the art of self-deception.
This farce runs so deeps, that it slips unnoticed by my sense of self-awareness. Its own creation of false logic nestles in place next to absolute truth and irrefutable evidence. In one hand it holds justification, and in the other...a sword to challenge any avenger of lost perspective. From its mouth it shrieks claims of its partnership with the Spirit of God. The sweet, sickly secretions from its pores whisper of false comfort and peace.
My sweet Jesus: In a futile attempt at forcing life's circumstances into the confines of a sugar-coated capsule, I have tried to take the reigns of control for my life. With only myself to blame as the scapegoat for failings and undesirable outcomes, I actually convinced myself that I was protecting you. I lost sight of your majesty and beauty, in my fictitious pursuit of normalcy.
And yet even in the most elaborate facade, your truth radiates blindingly through the night. I give back to you that which has actually never eluded your grasp.
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again... your words are beautiful and speak of truth and a deep love for the Lord.. Thank you... xoxo I am really proud of you for looking these things in the face..
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