The bottom of the pit is a reality I hate experiencing. It’s the most honest and real place that I find myself. So many ropes have been tossed down to me to pull me up, so much grace, mercy, love desiring me to get out of this pit. Have I lost the meaning of help? Have I been that much involved in myself pity that I can’t see the help? No! My answer is that being in this pit keeps me safe and shadowed from the outside, shadowed from off the pain, and the reality of life.
Being shadowed is not the answer; yes its the most easy one but the refreshing part of coming out is seeing those who are just waiting patiently for you to come up with grace, love and mercy still extended as when they tossed down the rope…
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