I have a nice cage, thank you very much. It is, in fact, a luxury cage.
Large. Well furnished. Supplied with all the mod cons.
I share my cage with the Captain and two dogs. And friends. Acquaintances. Probably a frenemy or two. Keeping in mind I got unfriended.
It’s a solid cage, anchored in love, faith, discipline and self-control.
Illuminated with an inner glow radiating out from a grateful heart.
I’m pretty smug and self-satisfied about my cage.
Thus, when the rattling started, I found myself working through five stages remarkably like grief.
Those are –
I got through Denial.
This can’t be happening.
It’s not true.
Only, I’m nowhere near the Acceptance Level.
I’m stuck in Angry.
I have a headache.
I’m not going to cry.
I hold onto the bars of my cage that is my calm, orderly, controlled life.
I search out the Captain for a hug, a cuddle.
And the dogs.
I watch from afar as people I care deeply about inflict hurt.
I cling for dear life as events beyond my control rattle and shake my cage.
I stare at the canal.
A dolphin cruises past.
I can’t change his path or where he’s going.
Neither can I walk someone else’s road.
Isaiah 26:3 comes to mind.
“You will keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on You.”
I do wish my danged cage would stop rattling while I work on this.
Lent is upon me. I need peace.
Still, it is well with my soul.
Cyber hugs and blessings all.
Photo by Diego Catto on UnsplashIt is well with my soul. Male choir with lyrics.