Bracing for the impending and imagined blows leaves me feeling brittle and fake, a discarded and hollow plastic doll. i find myself functioning without actually feeling, slipping easily behind a mask, unwilling to risk taking more than i can give.
White and black. Right and wrong. Givers and takers. Generosity and greed.
No room to receive.
No redemption.
No grace.
"Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walks about seeking whom he may devour." 1 Peter 5:8
A couple weeks ago i spent a day doing research and discovered 74 strip clubs open and doing business in my state, which lead to a conversation, and eventually a verbalization of the heartbreak i feel when i think about the 700+ women on stage each night.
The other person responded that 700+ is statistically insignificant ...
700 women is 0.000123 of the population.
In the dark shadows of my silence the enemy flourishes.
When i begin to live as though i am brittle, when i choose to slip behind the mask, when i am silenced by what others perceive as insignificant, i dishonor my God, the one true God who makes all things new again - a God who fully embraces each life in grace.
am i willing to receive?
am i willing to receive?
Rw
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