Ode to Comin' Alive
An ode to rebirth... #1
Amen, from death to life
Amen, from dark to light
Amen, I'm singin' out tonight
- Amen (Reborn) - For King & Country
Coming alive deportation restoration follow, trust Light or bust You're fired rehired confused full of guilt pain and anger Devil's lair reconciliation can't breath air fractured grief removed belief borrowed shame Then Light came you still to blame but coming alive with You breakthrough Your worth oh my God oh my God Rebirth. Rap Style Amen - by me :) < talk it fast. written while listening to the song below >
Lately, I’ve been carrying a heavy weight that’s been indescribable. I had an epiphany this past weekend of our sudden rejection in 2020. We were consumed in fire from a left field torch thrown through our front door. And we were fired.
Two and a half years later of being silenced, we were brought back by the skin of our necks, into our “whole” family again. I knew God’s amazing hand was in this, but what I never knew was how I would carry a burden of guilt for not knowing how to behave going forward. There was no “don’t ever do that again” or “what you said was wrong and hurt us,” or “here’s the deal,” etc.
We were brought back to the office, placed in our chairs and silently told to carry on.
Much like what we are continuing to see in the world around us. Silenced. Hello again. That never happened. Carry on. Keep being you. Okay?
Satan is an expert at division. And are we prepared for more?
But I realized that no man can revive our souls. And yet, I have wanted that. My extra 50 pounds said so. Only God can do that. He reconciles us to Him, when really? we wish we could be reconciled to them… those who we love and admire here on earth.
I’ve been frozen in my trust that I won’t be fired again. For being me. Even a much worked out, possibly improved version of me. But my, our, your rebirth is a continual crying out to God. Nothing more. It’s making everything we experience during the day a prayer, a petition and a thanksgiving to God. It’s the only thing that can fill the void of the unknown.
The rest of the story is to remove the weights of man, and ourself most importantly, and keep walking toward the Light.
Comin’ alive with You…
I read this and then went back and read the other piece and oh my word. What you have been through. Going through those simultaneous upheavals of your dad’s illness and being frozen out by your son. I am in awe that you are able to express it so beautifully and with so much love. Yes we are coming alive, and we live and move and have our being in God. Thanks again, brave person.
Sweet Deb, you are a giver, and you will give your whole heart away for a sufferer. I cannot imagine how it pained you and how hard it has been to reel in that gift. Yes, please keep the creativity flowing as you praise God and edify people through your words ❤️. Thank you, too, for your beautiful friendship!