May I Speak Openly With You?
By Michael Q. Pink
February 17, 2010“If you continue in my word, then are you my disciples indeed; And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.” John 8:31 – 32
I have moments. Moments that I wish for no one to know about. Moments that make me literally stagger. Moments that are indescribably difficult. Numbing. Impossible to anticipate. Exceedingly difficult to process, but yet I must. And I do. My soul is being waterboarded, but I will not give it what it wants. It wants out. It wants to run, to distract, to avoid, to hide, to bury itself in any kind of activity or distraction.
But God wants to heal my wounded soul and He invites my participation in the process. It makes things far easier when the patient getting operated on isn’t trying to get off the operating table. Know what I mean? Admittedly, this is more difficult than I could have ever imagined. The surgery is progressing nicely, but now the anesthetic is well worn off. Pain I didn’t anticipate from places I didn’t know I had, erupts at times and places I would rather it didn’t.
The Surgeon, however, is not concerned that the anesthetic has worn off. It’s like He planned it this way. I can literally see Him smiling at me, holding me to the table with just the love in His eyes. It’s a trust thing. I can get off the table and postpone the surgery, but more than I want out of pain, I want my destiny! I want to move into the Third Act of my life with strength and force. I have one life to live and I wish to live it well and I wish to live it now. I will not waste this precious gift of life He has given me by remaining a walking wounded. So here I lay on the operating table, fixing my eyes on Jesus, submitting to the process… a process I don’t understand, down a path I have never traveled. But I choose to trust…
Can I be transparent with you? The hardest thing I face every day is not the fact that Brenda is gone. I am at peace with that. She is gone, but she is happy and she is out of pain. I am truly happy for her. The hardest thing I face is not the absence of her, but rather the absence of simply being or feeling loved to the core, as I truly was. The deepest of all human needs I suspect is the need to be and to feel deeply loved. The absence of that is the source of my greatest pain.
I knew how to love and I was loved deeply in return. It works that way. I miss the gift of love in its myriad expressions. So in the dark hours of the predawn morning, I am asking God about this today. Know what He told me? He told me the truth… that I AM LOVED! I am loved more purely and deeply than I can imagine. THAT IS the Truth. As the knowledge of that flows over my wound, I can literally feel healing occurring in my soul! Make no mistake. I believe my destiny will be shared with a woman of like heart and like destiny. I am hardwired that way and I know it. But for today, I can see the new pink skin forming where the tearing took place and I know that healing is well underway. And I am at peace…
This is my story and I’m sticking with it! Love and peace to you all!!!

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