Everyone Hurts

Today the wave came. The wave of pain, shame, frustration, and anger came towering, ready to drown me. Usually I try to swim away as fast as I can. Sometimes I make it to the shore, protected from the icy froth of the cold tide that cunningly ebbs closer and closer. I like to think that I’m safe on the shore because I built a sand fortress comprised of good feelings, memories, the encouraging words of friends and family, and my own steely resolve inherited from my maternal bloodline.

But my castle isn’t strong enough. The grains of sand are fickle, mirroring my mercurial state of mind as of late. The wave, knowing this weakness, plays upon it, sending its tide knights to nip at the borders of my territory. Damage is always done, but I’m usually swift to repair. A day or two of a cracked wall won’t kill me. After tending to my injuries, I get back up and fight back — and the tide recedes.

However, today the wave came and I wasn’t fast enough. It crashed over me. My body shuddered from the cold beads of water that struck me, forcing my eyes to open and let the rivers flow. Immersed in the water, I clenched my hands and let wave mercilessly toss me around. I embraced the pain and the pain embraced me. I asked the wave, “Why? Why me?” Unsatisfied with its answer, I punched at it, kicked it, clawed at its face and yelled with a thunderous voice, “MY LIFE IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS.”

The wave showed me three pictures. The teen living in the slums of Kenya and homeless person lying on streets of New York City, and my mother at a younger age reeling from yet another attack of being in a brutal and loveless marriage. Are their lives supposed to be like that?

Everyone hurts, and goes through pain
 Whatevers first, it feels the same
 Be young or poor, old age or fame
 Know this for sure, everyone hurts, we all feel pain

Everyone hurts, everyone falls
 We let love in, still heartbreak calls
 Tell me how much can my soul take
 We make mistakes, we hurt we need amazing grace

So we pray tonight, that you dont get weak
 and please pray that I, dont forget what I believe
 Cause these days are hard, and faith sometimes is work
 Pray until He heals the hurt
 I trust god will heal the hurt — Everyone Hurts, Kirk Franklin

I know He will. He’ll heal the hurt.

Like this:

Like Loading…

Related