I am a wineskin made new



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.

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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