I found myself imagining... what if she were to wake and I were able to look her in the eyes and say, "God loves you, darling!" and what if she were able to believe it? How I wish I still had my religion and she hers.
Monroe was battling depression when Miller thought about God's love for her and for him. Who knows when or how they lost their religion. She slept with the aid of tranquilizers, yet the world new her for her vibrant smile and captivating eyes. The frailty of our humanity is so often hidden until we are gone. Our secret battles, the shadows of our person, the mysteries we leave in our closets, the skeletons, the us which makes us real. Our genuine smiles and moments of joy are real because of the things left unspoken or shared. why? there is no shame in hurt, depression, grief, loneliness, anxiety, yet we often carry these burdens into the night without aid of others. If we are to believe God loves us, then we must open up our full self without fear that our burdens are too much for others to share in. We are the human touch of God's love to each other. We should never see ourselves as switches on a wall that can be turned on and off as we choose when and where to care. When we opt for that means in which to care we are only filling our own need to care and we are missing out on being the unconditional human form of God's love. Time and the excuse of too busy, is often a selfish unspoken excuse of too sad and too much. In order for us to live God's true love we need to live without excuse. We must accept and embrace that we need each other even more in the darkness. It makes the light that much fuller and real.
in the truth
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to our demons
and damn them
Love this post.
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