I am a wineskin made new

 EDEN’S ACHE

 

It’s easy to give when the cost is light

and time is easy, but when the price

 

inflates, I balk, clenching my fists,

refusing to expend, determined

 

to preserve, because love excavates

all that I have …

all that I am

 

exhuming every last thing, flinging

specious pride beyond the city gates

 

with the rats and the refuse,

a moldering stench of pretension

 

riven from my fists …

loss upon loss …

upon cascading loss …

 

till I’m utterly void, destitute, bereft,

and impoverished, heaved onto the ash

 

 

heap with Job, hollow, numb,

and sepulchral … oozing

 

when love bleeds into the hollow,

suffusing Eden’s ache with a touch so

 

tender it shears self, cleaving pain and

shattering suffering into resplendent

 

shards of joy, glimpses of a world beyond

the veil. Source and Genesis. Alpha and

 

Omega. I am steeped in His Spirit, a wine

skin made new, those years the locusts

 

have eaten He redeems with a word …

Light of the World. Bread of Life.

 

Shepherd. Gate. Vine. The Way.

The Truth. The Life. Because He is

 

I Am.

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Cindee Snider Re

Cindee Snider Re

Author, Photographer, and Co-Founder at Chronic Joy®

Cindee is wife of the man she loves most in this world, mama of five world-shaking creatives (19-27), author of Discovering Hope, Finding Purpose, Embracing Worth and I Take You in Sickness and in Health, photographer, craver of quiet, lover of cotton, denim, Jesus and tea, and co-founder of Chronic Joy®. Cindee and four of her five kids have Ehlers-Danlos, dysautonomia, intractable migraine, and myriad co-existing conditions through which they're learning the deeper the valley, the greater their capacity for joy.

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