Day 3880 of the 7 day Bible verse challenge.

Isaiah 64:6 NIV

Swept away

To where? Who knows? But to there daily the day goes and so too then our very souls who have themselves since been stashed away from the better we could have been, a better we’ll just worry toward at another time. Why? Because we’re too busy being whatever we’ve become and whomever we’re unwilling to not be for right now. Simply as it will remain always easier to not care in a life cast unto the wind than it is to stop, look around, reconsider within and maybe find a need to make a stand.

No, no we’ll just dance daily within the ever-different desires of a depraved delight that all but demands such a stern devotion that we anymore mind not the commotion nor the ocean of others through whom we wade in what are waves of want and win oddly enough all with something always in hand and yet nothing ever in heart or head.

And yeah, I suppose such is a thing quite mean to say. But I too suppose that the truth will always come across that way to what are those living lies as if to lie is to live. And indeed, we are anymore all but scared to death to embrace the truth that sets us free by only helping us see that a life spent inside such endless captivity is nothing of the freedom we’d thought we found. It is quite a feeling of being drown when you at once look up and see nothing you thought you might.

Almost enough to keep you up at night.

Almost.

Alas, no, no we seem to see what are a society just enough on the living side of being a zombie that we needn’t really worry all that much about whatever we feel disinclined to worry much about. And yet as that list grows of things we probably know we should probably be concerned about, so too does it grow in tune with that tuning it out of ours as if a distant station that was fuzzy enough anyhow.

After all, why fall for the fuzz when the fun is far found faster, and that in every town to which we’ll blow?

Indeed, such has been my life too I know. Just a soul being driven to different places seeking different prizes that my pride has always assumed would make my life better. And yet I’ve never really been anywhere at all. Makes for a strange confusion here inside this delusion of a life so freely and fully given unto the deluge of delight and denial, with always a fair dose of doubt just for heartburn’s sake. For in truth all these different directions we delight to go really do is just keep us from going anywhere at all.

Simply because the reality is that taking one step forward only to take it back and try another in another aim is both the definer of our everyday but also all but always the worst possible way to get any other place.

Because a journey is never a trip to be taken back as to go for a bit and get tired of it.

Rather we go on such jaunts to get away from that which haunts the houses and hours in which we hang our towers of trophies and price tagged purchases. We go to get away, to see something new, to experience the life we don’t typically get to. Nobody goes toward something novel with the express intent of turning back for the bland and being happier to see that which we at once finally felt not quite the friend we’d always thought it’d been.

But such is the illusion of our every sin. For every sin is but a wind of want and woe in which we blow as if we know both where to go and yet get there only to find nowhere in which to find anything we want to stay. And yet almost the entirety of our lives seem to say that we like it this way, this constantly being cast unto catastrophe as considered inside such things as shame and sorrow.

For those aren’t the things we so want to know as we have.

Yet daily we welcome the very same wind blowing us right back, all because it feels just a direction different enough that we have no reason to doubt that this time might do the trick. But friends, the thing with sin is that the trick’s on us and we’re the ones playing the joker. We all give our lives so fully away to acting in this play as if it’s all a game simply because we retain this ability to blame whomever we can for what is always a choice chosen in hand.

We are literally carrying the proof of our living always aloof, and yet we shout from the roof that we know what to do, where to go, how to leave and why we’ve not.

No, not a one of us has gone anywhere on our own accord, simply because it’s hard to go anywhere when said accord is but a cord tied around our better hopes holding them hostage until they agree that they don’t see any reason to try any harder to go any further in any direction that might fail, forsake or dare forget the fealty and friendship we’ve found both with and within the many winds that blow along this ground.

We like it here, hence why we never leave nor look to the promise that we will.

For what is there to leave when all you love is written in lies that blind your eyes to the dire lack of anything better today from the many days we’ve already barely crawled through? And that simply because we technically had to. I mean, after all, we’ve to at least embrace such things as feeding ourselves and doing our best to stay out of jail as, well, neither starvation nor solitary confinement sound all that fun. And so we daily do the bare minimum under the sun to just survive in what are lives that we’ve not really lived in quite some time.

Other than for the death that all sin wins.

And yet we wonder as to why so many seem always so grim and glum and filled with gloom in what is most definitely a doom that booms from rooms filled with tombs of every better we’ve never sought to be.

All because we’ve become quite convinced that we’re supposed to like it this way.

Like what?

What is there to like within this kind of life in which our best is but betrayal and our laughs are basically lies as we don’t really have any idea as to what we’re looking at so long as we keep looking for what only continues to guide us toward all that’s going away? What is there within this way in which we’re blown both away and apart by every wind of want and wish as won within what’s always been a mankind so unkind that we even hate ourselves?

Guess it’s just that we know that story would never sell and so it’s also always the one we never tell.

Rather we go about always pretending that we’re at our life’s happy ending. We’ve arrived at our happiest of ever-after, and just listen to all the laugher and see all the tears of joy streaming down the faces we’ve painted to look the part! Yes, there is nothing about us that’s coming apart, nothing we’ve known of a broken heart, nothing of the courage to consider how we’ve never then ever been the very ones who’ve torn it apart so badly that we wouldn’t know where to start making things better.

And so we don’t.

Because let’s be honest, if we can, the truth is that when you’re as lost as we’ve all been here inside these winds that have blown us to smithereens, well, any step it seems is one in the wrong direction.

And that because we all know deep down that such is the only direction we’ve become known for taking.

Now that’s not to say that we don’t do our very best every day to again paint our faces with smiles and such so as to make the maniacal laughter bellowing from barely breathing lungs seem a little more lighthearted and hopefully then far less creepy. For we do. We indeed do all we can, short of actually just doing something to better the situation, to make it seem as though we like the situation we’re in.

All because sin is the one friend who has never let us down, never turned us away, never led us so astray that we couldn’t find a way to make it seem okay.

Well, there was One other but, well, He just asks too much in the way of humility’s honesty.

And like that one lady said, we ain’t got no time for that.

No, we’re busy man. Busy being members of the wind’s dance team. Busy rehearing all the scenes we’ve rehashed from the ash of a life set on fire as if not the funeral pyre we can’t admit it might have been. No, it’s been wind. It’s been freedom. It’s been a time spent making everything always look good and trying however hard we have to in order to always make it look like we feel the same about how things continue to turn out.

Never mind that we can have no possible idea as to how anything is going when we’ve no idea where we’ve gone. That part doesn’t matter. Because we’re having fun. We’re doing fine. We’re in fact doing good! Yeah, you read that right. We’ve become so lost trying to find so much of what’s so dead that we’re that far gone in the head as to actually think that we’re doing so okay that we shouldn’t dare to change much or allow too much changed in regard to our every way in which we live our everyday.

As if every day is meant to be so the same as those in which we’d done the things that asked the blame for having become what we might now or might not see as being as dumb as we can’t admit we’ve become.

No, we know what we’re doing and we can point to all the fun we’re having and hope we still have as proof for anyone who may ever ask for a reason as to why we do what we don’t.

So I guess we’re at least getting that command kind of right.

For we do live our daily lives always ready with the answer for the hope we have, all but quite eager in fact for someone else to ask. Because we want to show off all our righteous acts and regal rewards. We want to talk about the crowns we’ve won in this race to turn a life upside down. We are all but deathly desperate to describe how amazing our lives are being lived to those who themselves don’t care.

It’s just that nobody ever asks because nobody really sees us as we’ve been so scattered to our own corners of nowhere that none can seem to see anyone else anymore. Rather we’re all just living our own lives seeking to best them by betraying the better still mostly hidden both in them and yet from them too. As to how we can manage to continue running away from everything better we could be doing, I truly have no idea.

And that simply because, try as I thought I had, still I lose sleep to trash dreams about bad things that I believed to be behind me.

But somehow sin continues to just hang around and haunt our thoughts and hurt our hearts and hate our hopes of maybe finding that one day in which we don’t feel quite so ashamed over all we’ve done.

Guess it’s just hard for that kind of day to come when we continue to live life on the run racing after always something different in always a different direction.

Personally, I’m tired of running. I’m tired of a life given so often unto the wind’s blowing. I’m tired of trying to always feel the need to keep on finding something else, something more, something bigger or better than what is obviously then seen as everything lesser. Why do we believe in more if the more isn’t better? And if the more we desire is in fact so much better, then why are we doing always so little to leave behind the daily betrayals that we continue to choose instead?

Friends, sin’s not the friend we’ve made it out to be. Because friends don’t come over to your house and set things on fire. Friends don’t make fun of the effort you give to trying to make your life better. Friends don’t mock when you hit rock bottom. Rather they help you up. They inspire you to keep going. They seek for your best and refuse to let you believe that even better is close enough.

Because better isn’t close enough.

After all, what is better about a slight cleaner filthy rag? What’s better about a somewhat organized disaster? What’s there to brag about in regard to a slightly learned life being lived as somewhat less the spiritual failure? To what can we point that will prove we’re willing to lose whatever it takes to learn that love doesn’t actually lie?

To where can we go when all we love are the lies?

No, something has to change in regard to our approach to life because, well, life was never meant to look so unalive. Rather life is meant to move, to try, to fight if and when needed to stand for something against what is then the everything else that’s asking we don’t. Why do we continue to do as we’re asked by those who refuse to ask anything of themselves?

Can’t we see the hypocrisy? Or is it just that we feel as though we have to ignore it in their lives so that we can continue feeling okay about somehow never finding it inside our own?

Friends, my point is that the something off we talked about yesterday is actually less something and more someone. And well, hate to break it to you but that someone in your life is you. And before you go saying that I’m being mean or coming down on you or looking down from my own tower, no, the problems in my life are me. I cause every struggle I face. I choose every mistake that I make. I am the one who has chosen to be a friend of sin and see sin as a friend of mine.

I’m the only one who sucks at living my life because, well, I’m the only one who can.

And yet so too am I often the only one who seeks for every feasible reason not to.

Not that I don’t want to live, I do. I just seem to be so often still inside that way of life I’ve always lived in which I can so easily learn to love what only leaves me both behind and thus betrayed. I do things every single day that I honestly know better than to do. And by the time my head hits the pillow again, I’ve already forgotten so many of the mistakes I’d made that there’s no possible way for me to find a reason why.

How is that a life?

What is there that’s at all alive within a life in which we’re always so blown about that we daily go without any realization as to the mistakes we’re making? How are we supposed to grow when we don’t even stop to act like we know that we’re not getting anywhere? Indeed, how can we ever truly hope to arrive at anything better when we know full well that what we’re doing isn’t getting us anywhere at all?

Friends, we’ve stalled. We’ve vanished from the scene. We did the crime but we’ve not the time to face the why nor thus to find that we don’t have any idea. We just blow through life as if nothing we do leaves any mark. But don’t we understand that living as if nothing we do matters only leaves us making a mark that isn’t probably the one we could? Or do we even care?

Sadly I don’t think many do as most seem quite content to live without leaving a trace that they were even here. And yeah, I guess that makes some sort of really sad sense in that, well, if all you do is wrong then no, you probably don’t want to be known. But that’s kind of the problem. We are known. We are seen. We are heard and all we do here sends a message that, even if nobody else does or cares to try, God hears.

God knows everything we do, everything we are, everything we could have been and the more we could still be.

And yet live to roam the streets? We give the lives that He gave us to going always after only more of all that makes us either fatter or flatter simply because it seems and feels to flatter? Friends, why are we so flattered by failure and folly? Can those things get us anywhere we want to be?

And since they haven’t, what makes us think they can?

No, we’ve each given years to doing so little that makes sense. Because what sense does it make to continue winning the wage of sin and then having to try so hard to convince ourselves that it’s a good idea to try and make a living out of it? Friends, we’re so far gone that even our very best is repulsive.

Think it’s time to try another way.

Why?

Because so long as we allow sin or self to lead the way, all we can ever find is this way of life we’ve always known in which we’re always blown wherever doubt and deceit desire to lead. We have to have a far firmer finish line in mind if we’re ever to live a life that’s actually worth living. For let’s be honest, the one we’ve known just ain’t known for that.

But thankfully there is hope of our coming finally to know the way of life that leads to life instead of all the strife and struggle we’ve come to settle for.

And yeah, it does ask that we admit what little we’ve managed to find in order to find it. And while that may hurt to admit that all we’ve done has amounted to a great big pile of nothing, at least we can trust that our admitting of such is the first step taking back to life.

After all, we’ve tried a lot to have found so little. Think it’s safe to say that continuing to try this our way is only the best way to keep getting nowhere.

Because sin will continue to sweep us both off our feet and then only away. If that’s the way you want to live this one life you’ve got, go for it. Just don’t be surprised to look up one day and see that you’ve gone nowhere and have nowhere left to go.

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