a new place.
At first it was hard to recognize this place.
My normal had been so much pressure I would think I could have shattered into a thousand pieces… but I never did.
All of which was what~was~my~normal only made me stronger…and I thank it for what it helped to form in me.
But it wasn’t the land to stay in… it was to travel through.. no one should ever stay there….keep moving.
That place will rub you raw and bare…. never growing past the constant of wounds.
When you get to a place you wanted to get to for so long… sometimes you think it will look different.
Comparing it to the what was my normal, I could have mislabeled it as boring…. but that would be the mistake of a noisy mind.
I look around and realize it’s a restorative place.
It’s a place of peace.
Such a foreign land.
Here no one screams at me. No one shreds the things He has called sacred.
It is a sober land, for the moment.
So void of conflict…. just restorative.
So I drink it in..because I know He is taking me even further.
My ears, no longer ringing from all their yelling… I have heard Him so much more clearly.
Peace is a state of the spirit.. you can have it anywhere… it lives inside of you. But if you have never been to the beach then it is hard to imagine the sound of the waves…so now here I stand in this restorative peace…and I know what it feels like… how the waves on it’s shores look and feel.