Cor Amadeo

 The feeling of being abandoned for some trespass is not easy to live with, or, frankly to get rid of. But it is a feelings I have consented to live with for the sake of the Lord because it pleases Him.

The stakes are too grave to refuse. Trouble is, it is difficult to live with so much sadness, confusion and chaos, and the destruction and violence of wars can only be ground down by something equally as hard. 

In that regard, for transgressors who have done substantial destruction because he feels he is entitled, hope is almost dead of ever seeing life spring up again in such a hostile environment. When it gets too much, He gets to taste the fullness of such desolation. But in the voyage, it is impossible to pass by places where all His love has been so profligately splashed across the landscape. So on one hand, there is the starkest beauty in desolation and the suffering of abandoment, but on the other hand, to be in that moment when my feet will tread no farther no matter what I try to will. Seeing me and what has happened to me, He is not distant, and if He did not consent to mitigate the darkness I could not go on in this life.

As a consequence, He reaches down to me where I am laid out on the ground and lifts me up to be with Him at His side. He puts His finger in my side, and asks me to put my finger into His side because He cannot bear to be without the love He finds, and bathed in the crimson of His sacrifice, I am filled with bliss and tears wash my face, as He helps me to my feet when He sees I am ready.

My ey is upon you, to guard your step and
to reach out through your darkness to give you light.