Lord how could it be? The night is long and dark. I cannot see. I do not hear your voice. What way out?

For That Birth

And then it broke one final time
And all was lost in dirt and grime
And on the earth was broken glass
And through the gate I could not pass.

Dark times inside that make me wail
And dream of life beyond the veil
The list of woes I brought in here
Is capped about with angry fear.

The Paralyzed are now my kin
And I can't seem to make it in
And stuck in pieces on the earth
I wait again for that birth.

Sometimes...

Sometimes things are not as you wish they were. It can be trying. You lose one too many battles- or just lose a choice battle that was particularly devastating and life can seem overwhelming. It can feel just like failure is what you were made for. Perhaps you really were made to be a warning to others and all you can think is:

"But who are you, O man, to answer back to God? Will what is molded say to its molder, “Why have you made me like this?" (Romans 9:20 ESV)

Question

Are there problems without answers?

New Season

It is time for a change. A new season is about to begin. This season is, of course, winter. I will be blogging again. It will not, however, be the same. As such I will soon cease the re-publishing on Facebook. If anyone is interested they will have to visit the actual blog site which is www.warwithself.blogspot.com

Here's to hope (glass raised).

Dear Reader,

I wonder sometimes. Will I make it? Probably not. Death to the bad and onward we go. Cheers.

A Long Experiment

So I have been having a lovely break from blogging and there are no promises that I will really start back up again. So in case I don't I thought I should just say thank you to all of my readers. The two of you were such an encouragement (drum fill, symbol clash). Cheers.