Illusive Peace
Her house is stifling. The fan above her clicks a rhythm and she lays as still as she can, hoping for relief. She pushes herself up, forcing movement that reverberates in her head. Walking through the rooms, she checks windows, praying for the breath of a breeze. She loves this house. Here she nursed and nurtured her babies. The walls show signs of life-- fingerprints and smudges. Smiling faces, captured and framed, adorn the walls. But, the walls are closing in and she retreats to the sanctuary of her room. The thoughts are pressing, intensifying the pain in her head. She tries with all her might to force them out. You're not welcome here . Still, they come. Persistent, they are. The fan beats in time with the judgements- ' not e-nough, not e-nough, not e-nough'. She puts out the welcome mat, hoping for sleep. Instead, she cries, curled into herself. But, the day is like any other, demanding, not to be ignored. Amazing how ...
Beautiful post, Jewels. Beautiful temple. Beautiful testimony.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a gorgeous and moving post, Jewels. I apologize for interrupting it with a fit of snorting, shaking giggles over your caption on the picture of you and your husband.
ReplyDeleteWhew. I thought I was the only one. I gotta believe God has a grand sense of humor, right? He gave us Jewels.
DeleteAw, thanks. I believe He has a sense of humor, too.
DeleteI love that you have a place where you feel the wholeness of your spirit. That's a beautiful and precious gift.
ReplyDeleteOh, and like TL, I giggled at that caption, too. :OD
It is a gift. I like that you describe it that way. It makes me grateful for those who share their talents to build such beautiful places.
DeleteIt's beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI love the openness with which you share your faith. Thank you for that. The temple is beautiful. It is hard not to be struck with an immediate sense of peace just seeing it.
ReplyDeleteDespite the fact that I am not religous in any way, I find churches, temples and other religious buildings fascinating expressions of faith--often they are architectural marvels, but there's something more there, too I think. The comfort of faith and fellowship that so many have felt (or will feel) there seems to linger in the very walls.
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