HURT

 

Some words about “Hurt”: the hurt that is felt by all who have lived very long in this world.

I wall myself away from the hurt. I want to get and stay as far away from it as possible. I turn quickly away from anything that reminds me of it, bringing up the dreadful pain that I have felt so many  times before. I don’t want to feel it again, but--- Here it comes! I scramble upward, away from it.

Jesus stands beneath it in infinite Power, Radiant Love, a Refuge, waiting for me to surrender faithfully into it where there is Rest for my Soul.

That surrender takes me downward in a vortex of heart-smothering, oppressive, fatal-feeling hurt that quickly launches out ward and upward like a volcanic eruption fueled by that Radiant Light that was waiting for me. I am surrounded by Love. Infused with the Power of that Love. My heart is now connected with forever, and in “Forever” everything and everything and everything is so much more than perfect. The Longing is fulfilled. The Hurt is embraced and becomes the important fuel for the fires of Love.

I turn and walk down the mountain, like the disciples after the Transfiguration.

There’s important peaceful work to do.