Saturday, August 1, 2009

I am Sorry. (prt2)

And I know they won't mean it in its deepest meanings, but I sure hope to one day.

I am sorry for the way you've been treated. By the men in your life, or the women, or the children, or the elder. By those who call themselves friends and those who really are family but who you wish they weren't. There's nothing I can say to you to really take back the pain you've been inflicted by. Emotionally, physically, or spiritually. There's not a single ounce of pill in the world that can really rid you of every painstaking moment you've every felt. Not a single pill or drug that will rid that pain for forever. Of course you'll find your pills to relieve you of the real world around you to make you delirious to everything and everyone passing you by in life. There are no words either to heal this pain and to make it stop coming back again and again. I'm sorry for this. That you may search your life away looking for these words or these drugs that will make the pain and sorrow and grief stop. But I am so sorry you'll never find them young generation. No knife or sharp edge will ever release the pain from you forever. You're emotional pain won't ever stop but more or less increase with each cut. The physical pain will just grow and grow and yet behold you die. And you'll find yourself wondering at the end of your life why you couldn't find yourself an answer, why the pills, the words, and the cutting never seemed to help you. And you'll die never understanding why that pain of losing a loved one, or being laughed at and humiliated at school, or the pain of never seeming to matter, or that real gnawing pain, why those pains, and many more, never seemed to dilapidate and end. And you'll ask yourself for what wrong did you deserve such pain. I can tell you that that pain comes from evil. Where there is evil there is pain. And I'm sorry that's not at all uplifting but as long as you live your life wrongly and with evil directing the ways in which you walk and talk and action. You'll always be in pain dear loved one. You'll never know the calm of the storm or the peace of that pain you burdened upon yourself unless you come to know Christ and live with Him. And share in His love He offers to every single one of you. And even then you'll still experience pain, but if you call on Jesus, He will be there and that pain will be tolerable. And once we are with Him you'll understand what having no pain will really mean. If you think at all you are suffering in life and are walking through life with some unbearable pain and burden, find a Bible, and check out this book in there called Job and then read the rest of it.

1 comment:

  1. Greetings from Cape Town.
    Job sat on a heap of dust and scratched himself with a piece of a pottery pot. That's really hitting rock bottom. I hope it all works out.
    Juz
    http://juztick.blogspot.com

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