Reaching into the tornado

I like analogies…  And this one seems fit for for me…  At times my life suddenly seems like a have been swept up by a tornado and everything about me is pulled away…  Then I land but I’m definitely not in Kansas. 

The aspects of my life are still stuck in the tornado and if I want to claim them back I have to reach into it and hope to reclaim parts of my life…  All while hoping I don’t get sucked back in… Sometimes you get smacked as they are going to fast to snag…  Other times you feel you have a grasp and you lose your grip on it…

At times it is pitch black and nothing around me makes sense…  Other times there is a foggy dawn…  Maybe a sliver of light… 

Most times you have to wait out the tornado…  And when it finally disappears you start to try to reassemble parts of your life back…  Parts are broken,  parts are missing,  parts are scattered and often you feel confused about what fits where and of course there are no instructions… There are scars, bruises and even cuts… Every part of you aches… At times you just curl up and try to sleep to get away from the confusion…  Other times you simply ignore it…  There are times you try really hard to pull it back together only to see it crumble… 

There is no why or how.  There is only where you are… 

You need guides and instructors to help you get some sort of balance back in your life…  To help you put pieces back together or to help you figure out how to duct tape and do the best you can with what you have.

Indeed it can be overwhelming… So if you see somebody struggling don’t try to fix them but be nearby offering help for when they realize they need it. People are disoriented, confused, emotional, wanting to hide, suicidal even inundated with suicidal thoughts. Sometimes they just need somebody that just sits there and sits there and sits there until they are ready to try and rebuild something.

I know for me when I’m having a hard time I go and curl up with hubby on the bed and he just lies there holding my hand…  And at that moment,  that is all I need…  The rest can come later…  It’s the love and support I need at that moment…  He knows he can’t fix me but he can support me… 

I am blessed…  I have a great support network and the best husband… 

And of course I have God…  My comforter, my sheild, my rock… 

I was reading in my Bible about the bruised reed He will not break (done by only a scant breeze) and for the first time I noticed the latter part where it says a smoldering wick He will not snuff out…  And that really spoke to me as I don’t feel like I’m shing but rather struggling to revive my light… But it Gave me reassurance that God is still there… 

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