A Death Not Meant For Us To Know

There is a pain in this life we were not meant to know.  A death that we were not designed for.  Our process unable to compute the loss and our container unable to hold the brokenness.  It may be our own, the shrapnel from another, or what we observe “safely” from afar.  But the effect is the same:

“How could this be?”

“Is this really happening?”

“Please make it stop.”

“I want to go back to the beginning.”

A pain too deep for words.  A location far below the depths any of us were meant to travel.  So we keep descending.  Like a diver that has traveled far below the threshold, we begin to suffocate.  Our world: disorienting, dark, dizzying and cold.  For many, this is the location where what has become of our life is now lived.

But there is news.

The Finite Place is not the end.

There is more.

While dark, these depths are the dirt, soil, and earth from which new life will find a way.  And Life always finds away. 

In your unexpected turn, in your pain, in the losing of your life, you are being re-worked and re-invented, and re-made.  A shedding of the Old Self, so your True Nature might come alive.