hitting a wall of pain


 

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have you ever had one of those days where you run into someone’s wall of pain, so hard, you have to  leave the pavement to take a break from it all? well, I have, and I did, not long after lunch. and after a systematic trip through the recesses of another human being’s personal and public oral description of their life in hell on earth, I climbed back into my vehicle feeling 80 years older. Checking my phone, the time blinked 3:00 in the afternoon, and by my internal calculations, every last remaining appointment would now have to be rescheduled for another day. sure, maybe, just maybe, I did some good in this world listening and all, but…

well, the whole thing makes me tired. I just wanna take a nice little nap.

so….I quit early, drove down the road…drove down the road some more…until I fond a nice little spot with a luxurious leather lazyboy and accompanying grill and…I mean, a nice little parking space alongside a nice little stream with nice little deer running around. in other words, 10,000 times more relaxing than a documentary on the joys of wart removal, than how they actually make chicken McNuggets in real life, than a 2 hour conversation with someone who has 10 times more problems than you, your dog, and your neighbor’s dog combined.

sure, it was a bit brisk out there today, but the air does wonders for a brain beset with the frailties of man (or woman). there, amongst the piney woods, I could drink in the aroma of the manly trees, and feel at home, out among the pine needles, dirt, and fallen leaves. I could sit in the symphony of the breeze, the music through the trees, and find my Maker so much closer than before. Because, the natural is closer than the man-made.

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and here the subtle…spiritual…becomes more focused. when you ask for a sign from God in the busy man-made world, the noise and mortality of it confuses the mind. but far from the man-made, God’s signs are there, waiting for you. you have to be in the right place. and you cannot be in the right place when you are surrounded by  the things that won’t last, the things some chase after, the cares that weigh heavy on too many hearts…that mean so very little in the light of the full timeline of life. like the run on sentence I just wrote, life becomes a run on sentence when you are looking for God in all the wrong places.

so, I saw the sign clearly, when I looked up…and turned. and found the best seat in the forest. and sat down. and..

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found the place I needed to be.

it is so important to find that place where you can spend time with God, without distractions, so you can find the God of peace in the place of peace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About thelostkerryman

Thelostkerryman is an author, and entrepreneur- this side of Tir Na N'Og- living in the forests of a consistently confused country. Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley, store-made soda bread resembles an inedible Irish megalith, and Kerrygold is only found hidden like a luck penny in the belly of Kroger. His blogs are an account of his adventures, thoughts, eclectic -and eccentric- ramblings, random or insightful poetry, humor and non-humor, pictures (photos), video, essays, fiction, poetic fiction, nonfiction, drama, and writing he has not classified in the description above. All of his posts from thelostkerryman.wordpress.com, talesinastrangerstrangerland@wordpress.com, everydayasadisciple@wordpress.com, and mrandmrsboring.wordpress.com are copywrited according to international copywrite law.
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4 Responses to hitting a wall of pain

  1. prior.. says:

    Wow – I do know what you mean with that kind of heaviness to bump into and absorb-
    Still shaking off and an Eeyore kind of person I spent time with on a recent trip!
    It has that residual effect you speak about!
    Anyhow – glad you found your lazy boy and scenic rejuvenation place to be alone with god – xxoo
    😉

  2. Bonsai says:

    The woods, away from it all, is the best place to clear one’s head. You can scream and cry out loudly. God likes that.

  3. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
    I HIT MY WIFE’S WALL OF PAIN NEARLY EVERY DAY!

  4. THANKS FOR POSTING. I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE!

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