Bees in My Bonnet

I've Been to the netherworld Of that emotive abyss From whence it seems there is no return. "Return, I must," I said, After a taste of that horror - Once scathed, Twice bathed, in Darkness that pretends all power. Impossibility of return, Forces my gauntlet down: "I will not drown here,  far from the banks of home." Determined, I rise. "You can't have me." The God I love - He has me. Even in the abyss. "With confidence I now draw nigh." I, though frail, weak, and overcome Refuse to believe this netherworld is where I belong. "Give me the wings of faith," I cry, And I fly,  With barely a whimper, Only to find I have no breath, No tears. Even grief requires too much. I fear the light will not shine, That the darkness will overcome it. Doubt, drowning, dungeons of sorrow: To escape is not my path. Freedom lies in burrowing deeper, To find the bedrock: Surety for my soul - That I am kept, held fast . Then the building can begin.  Th

 Random Thoughts in the Middle of the Night It is what I call 'Writers Unite" hour. Except it's not exactly an hour. It's that time in the middle of the night when writers everywhere have all the thoughts zipping this way and that and they start writing things in their heads and then get into a debate about going to all the trouble to get up and write the things in their heads, and mostly the urge to lie still and keep thinking and doze off wins out and most of those thoughts float into 'nowhere land.' Which reminds me of that great Beatles song, 'Nowhere man,' but I digress, as I'm prone to do, forgive me. So I was thinking about mental health things - like, mostly my mental health things - and I was thinking to all my strange and unusual journeys. I was thinking about all the wonderful ways God has shown up for me. I reflect on these things often - sometimes they are super tangible and concrete, and often they are super obvious, yet hidden all at