Acceptance

Why am I in this place?

Wallowing in self pity

I revel in a broken heart,

Worn on my sleeve, my red badge of courage.

Seeking acceptance, comfort, empathy, solace, understanding, and Warmth.

Refuge from the cold , dark place in which I dwell,

About which I stagger,

Immersed in a sorrowful mist

My candle dimmed.

I know it is not right

Wars rage

Suffering overwhelms whole peoples

Disease plucks loved ones from our grasp

Rape, Murder, Plunder,

Human cruelty assaults us each moment.

And yet, I wallow.

Mourning rejection and lonliness

Mourning lost perspective

Indulging myself and my pain

Useless

Unreliable

Oxygen theif.

But Jesus died for me.

Jesus died for me.

Jesus died for me.

And I can hear Him whisper

"You are here in this place and time.

You are blessed with the power to change the world.

You are here in My image.

You have gifts that are needed.

End your wallowing, cease your pity.

Lift your eyes.

Re-light your candle.

Be a force for good.

Do the most loving thing, always."