DESTITUTE

The way the soul can get so crush by a dire change. How little it takes to destroy enthusiasm.

To take the wind out of the desire to see and feel beyond the day. Now that is so sad when it leaves one spiritually destitute.

A condition where there is just no motivation to keep trying. It is such a numbing feeling, so very crippling.

And the nature of the heart makes it worse. For if there is no capacity to reach out and want to truly embrace what isn’t seen then it won’t beat through the valleys.

Stamina is one thing, but it takes a passion too. A need inside the truly accepts the Lord means what He says.

This is more than just a view of faith. It is the emotive need to anticipate. To be willing to not give up.

Yet it can’t be a Pollyanna view either. For false optimism never helps to strengthen. It will only lead to less that helpful results.

Fact must exist. Trust must be seen. Otherwise it is not a balanced view. And will not end with realistic understanding.

To take the problems of the heart and give them some spiritual interpretation doesn’t always help. It never solves anything.

For one is left more destitute by avoidance than anything. Because when the truth is sacrificed about sin and our choices, nothing is really gained.

Forgiveness comes from accepting one’s sins, not from trying to avoid guilt. This is such a common problem.

I’ve seen it so often. And the person ends up with a false type of peace. Never one based on truth.

It doesn’t end with the type of enlightenment that truly blesses. Just a tale one tells to cushion the sense of guilt.

Sadly it is the journey too often taken. A trip into a desert where denial rules. Hearts not in the place to find the joy.

Just rumbling through the thought tumbleweeds. Feeling them leave their barbs. Trying to keep moving.

Hoping it doesn’t end with