Under the Debris of Darkness

My halo of frustrations has summoned me to the privacy of my prayer closet on today. My energy barometer has succumb to the pressure to perform. My biggest strengths and most challenging weakness flows from the conditions of my heart. I have continuously set myself on fire for the sake of failed rescue missions. Since obviously, God has never instructed me to do that, it's no surprise that I come out of the flames smelling like smoke. 

I've seen the vapors for quite some time.

I inhaled the smoke, but

I ignored the warnings. 

Codependency has been the fallacy of my unbalance. Although I've detached from the root of pessimism, my love language still gets lost in the intricate translation web of enabling others. Essentially, I have over extended myself to the unreceptive. I have climbed mountains and crossed deserts to offer a drink offering to a population who refuses.

In addition, the more I put my gift on public display, I have endured competitive assassination to my spiritual-being. I suffer tremendously for the oil of my revelations and witness it weaved into others' personal narratives, as if it's their original .My creative wings are shocked and repulsed. It doesn't seem fair.

Should I fall from the face of Earth into the seclused nest of isolation?

Should I abort my assignment in mid air suspension?

Should I bury myself under the debris of darkness?

No, I think not. 

I will cast my cares on Him and finish strong.

I will draw into Him without looking around but continuing to look up.

I will pray without ceasing.

I will rest in the comforts of his grace, favor and mercy.

I will trust in Him.

I will surrender to his will.

I will believe by faith.

I will be victorious.

For under the debris of darkness, comes an abundance of liberty, light, and love!