God of twisted metal |
From darkness I came Twenty-five years ago I came face to face with the God of all Creation I was only a child Nevertheless He took it upon himself to snap me like a twig Broken, I began anew and stepped out into the life of adolescence something different than most of my friends with an ancient wisdom hidden inside Not wanting to let this new-found thing be only a hushed whisper I found some small strength and told a few others But adolescence is adolescence and adolescence is a time where courage and strength are measured on other people’s faces not necessarily within your own heart Therefore I stopped telling and as the words stopped coming from my lips the words inside of me grew hollow the wisdom sparse and I shut it off, sealed it away, locked it up, set myself to my own devices and pleased many as I went along Back into the darkness I went First a year, then five then nearly ten until I came face to face with that face once again And it pierced me like this “Sit down. I have to tell you something. I’m pregnant. Oh, and there is something else. I don’t want to be married anymore.” Its funny how pain has a way of lighting up the darkness. Of setting fire to your whole world. Of burning down your home, and your family, your career, your pride, and finally most finally your hope So began my sojourn into the fire and another three burning years went by And in the middle when I knew that no one loved me and I would never hear those words again It was as if the words inside of me just just disappeared But God hears prayers from the Pit Hallelujah from the Pit and He will build and build upon everything every small piece of a fractured heart until it starts to not feel like broken stone anymore and He will piece together that broken mind and spirit and will and slowly turn it, turn it towards Him and He will take those words lost long ago in that deep void and He will begin to shout as He shouted at me Dawn! Dawn! it is a new Dawn! and that is the name of my wife and that is the name of the other half of me and that is how I know that God is a god of creation God is a god of healing God is a god of blacksmiths that takes the twisted metal of your life brings it into the fire and forges for you something gleaming, shining, brilliant in the darkness, sharp and strong so that when you look at it the once great pain falls away and you are in awe of the skill with which He hath wrought |