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The Carousel of Emotional Baggage

Published on 9:44 PM By Aunica
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Helloooo emotional baggage.
I was overjoyed when I left you on the conveyer belt at the baggage claim.
I was flying high on the ride home from our journey into my past, thinking I was rid of you for good.
Hoping that instead of following me around and weighing me down, you'd stay on your perpetual carousel ride.
Too bad that flame of hope didn't get to flicker very long before you snuffed it out.
When I arrived home, there you were.
Sitting on my doorstep.
I forgot to remove the address tags, you see.
There you sat. Dark with my past pain. Threatening of the pain to come.
Alluding to nights writhing in anguish as the pain threatens to take over.

Physical pain doesn't bug me.
At least you can point to your broken toe or bruised knee to tell where it hurts.
Emotional pain is much harder to explain.
It takes your heart and rips it to shreds,
as the open wounds from past pain are glaringly evident.
It's a painful process to stitch them up.
Sometimes the stitches unravel, as the aching in your heart continues.
Sometimes your heart wounds are deep.
It takes a lot of stitching for some of them to be fully closed.
In the end, you're still left with the reminder of the past pain.
The scars remind you that it happens multiple times.
The yelling. The screaming. The abandonment.
All prices of the fallen world we inhabit.

The good news is - it gets better with time.
The pain dulls to a steady throb instead of the aching burn.
Your heart slowly has a couple pounds taken off of it,
so at least it doesn't feel like an anvil anymore -
threatening to fall through the bottom of your feet.
A bowling ball is much easier to deal with.

It's hard to sleep.
It's hard to eat.
All you can do is pray.
Prayer is the medicine for emotional scarring.
God is the needle.
Faith is the thread.
All you have to do,
is show Him your wounds.

Emotional pain.
A good reminder that this world is not my home.

Revelation 21:2-4 -- I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God.  He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”
Aunica

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