Who Will Love...
…me?
There is a place, a depth, a core, so base that it has no need of cognizant thought or reasoning. A place of core existence that knows and is, as it is.
This place has a need and life of its own, albeit the center and source of the whole of our being and existence.
There are layers upon layers to our make-up, along with that which we add and is added to us. Life becomes more of an unlearning process than a learning process in the venture to get to and connect with who we really are.
True identity is innate. But it's human nature to clutter the understanding of that identity with the topical layers.
Things with which we have emotional attachment and bond make it a little less than easy to unlearn, peel back, surrender the external to get to the internal.
And if or when we have tapped into the core of who we are, there is yet a surrender, a call to die, to give yet all again, from that place, and from that which is within that place, that essence of our being.
One such article to be released and placed on such an altar might be the want and need of the truest and purest of companionship. True love. Someone to love…me.
Wow.
No. Please no. Anything but this. Not that one, last, and perhaps actually also first thing of all time.
It's scary to articulate. To face.
One person's journey. One person's call. One person's path. No other footprints.
It is not a place capable of being walked without the infusion of the divine strength and grace of the Almighty Himself. With constant accompaniment.
Oh the times, the thoughts, the memories…when people were laughing, leaning in, taking love and dancing with it. The times when people were needing and receiving. But.
Were they ever really giving?
Was the emotion of the moment clouding the reality of lack of return current? Until it wasn't cloudy anymore?
And now. Survival mode will not cut it. This is only further deteriorating to the soul.
Surrender is the only way. The only freedom. The only place.
And the ghost town. Actually all too familiar, unfortunately. Is this what it is?
Surrender has to be a place of fullness in and of itself. In as much as it is an emptying out. The town has to be ghosted. Evacuated. And oh it is.
But we you I have to give in to it. Give ourselves to this. The emotional bond to what we love and want at our deepest core will become unbearably exhausting if we don't, anyway.
We are being led to the Cross. Which is everything. But, it takes everything. Not just laying something down, as if to nap or sleep. But laying it down to die. Dead. Gone. For good.
Abraham!
Take your son to the mountain. That one. The one.
Surrender all.
And, trust the goodness of the One in the surrender.
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