and I knew it wasn't only me. I knew it was everybody. It was like a bacteria
or a cancer or a trance. It wasn't on the skin; it was in the soul.
It showed itself in loneliness, lust, anger, jealousy, and depression. It had people
screwed up bad everywhere you went -- at the store, at home, at church; it was ugly
and deep. Lots of singers on the radio were singing about it, and cops had jobs
because of it. It was as if we were broken, I thought, as if we were never supposed
to feel these sticky emotions. It was as if we were cracked, couldn't love right, couldn't
feel good things for very long without screwing it all up. We were like gasoline engines
running on diesel. I was a kid so I couldn't put words to it, but every kid feels it.
(I am talking about the broken quality of life.) A kid will think there are monsters under
his bed, or he will close himself in his room when his parents fight. From a very early
age our souls are taught there is a comfort and a discomfort in the world, a good and a
bad if you will, a lovely and a frightening. There seemed to me to be too much frightening,
and I didn't know why it existed."
Blue Like Jazz
There is a bigger need that we all have felt or feel now.
A need that not one earthly thing can provide relief.
We've all been broken before and know pain.
We feel it in our souls,
that's how deep it goes.
"HE heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds."
Today I'm linking up with Heather from Finding Beauty in the Ordinary.