Life pouring out the seams in a world of opposites

Why it’s hard to have life pouring out

Some days it’s hard to understand why a walk with love should ever be a hard thing, and this is often where we find ourselves in some sort of theological divide, or as I like to call it…

just simply an existential crisis.

Some people have only ever had the good experiences with God, while some people seemingly have only ever had bad experiences with God… disappointing ones.

Yet Love never disappoints. Love doesn’t fail. But you see, when you have life and love pouring out of the center of you it is bound to clash with the world that is anything but love.

I don’t mean the world like, some kind of “us against them” mentality.
I mean us against the forces of darkness that are far from flesh and blood.

They don’t take kindly to Love, they don’t take kindly to expression, and they don’t take kindly to people who have that flowing through them.

The clash of dark and light
can create an embattled person that has been battered beyond all recognition.

Some get battered and bleed out in a good way by pouring out, and some just bleed out.

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It’s why we wear armor.

Though as much as I would love to be bleeding heart, if I’m bleeding for too long, I will bleed out over everyone.

I’m learning to put on the armor one piece at a time.

Sometimes it seems like it would be easier to not be a person with belief.

Then, as I think about it, I realize that I’ve seen too much.

Then again I think about it, and I’m like, I wouldn’t trade the experiences that I’ve had with Love Itself.

And so, I pick up the pieces and I walk, because where else am I going to go?

I don’t have any answers in a place that doesn’t take kindly to Love.




I don’t even know how to define love for this world, but I will try.

When I say love, I don’t mean the kind of fake saccharine sweet love that is unfettered “kindness”

I mean the kind of love that picks up a sword.

I don’t mean the kind of fake love that is devoid of kindness, that truly only seeks its way.

I mean the kind of Love that is willing to fight a war worth dying for.

I’m not interested in the kind of love that is weak and full of despair.

I’m not interested in despair love, “love is all we have so let’s just try until we die.”

I’m interested in the kind of Love that makes war to set things back in their original order.

There is a violence in Love.

And no, I don’t mean like domestic violence false love. See? There are so many false loves.

I mean that Love will violently come against everything that is not love, including things like domestic violence.

If you’ve ever been in a domestic violence situation, then you know someone who is hell-bent on your destruction is potentially, very dangerous.

It’s a clash all right. It means that you are up against all that is not love.

To my embattered, Joan of Arc visionaries

To the Lovers.

You must stay in Love.