Paige Thomas DeHart

The Spirit told me to capture all of this so here goes… Either I am a crazy weirdo or else; welcome inside the mind of all of us. Welcome to the places we pretend do not exist. Welcome to the depths of sorrow and doubt and discouragement and weariness. Paul had a thorn in his flesh; I have a porcupine in mine. It is like that for us addicts. I suspect that it is like that for us humans, but we are all too busy putting on pretenses to admit it.

I am utterly depressed. There is a part of me that is locked deep inside; screaming bloody murder to get out. No five mile run, anti-depressant, drink, or drug can stifle the plea within me. I know her Hero is on His way, but I see today that this is all a part of the experience; becoming seasoned…to be the salt of the earth.

I picked up a dear old friend today: Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet. It says so beautifully what I have come to understand to be the reality of existence; of walking with God, whose hands can also be a terribly frightening place to be.

 “When Love beckons you, follow Him, though His ways are hard and steep. And when His wings enfold you yield to Him, though the sword hidden among His pinions may wound you. And when He speaks to you believe in Him, though His voice may shatter your dreams as the North wind lays waste the garden.

For even as Love crowns you so shall He crucify you. Even as He is for your growth so is He for your pruning. Even as He ascends to your heights and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall He descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn He gathers you unto Himself. He threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; and then He assigns you to His sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.

All of these things shall Love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only Love’s peace and Love’s pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of Love’s threshing floor into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.”

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