When All You Want To Be Is Done! Where Do You Go?

Done, finished, I've had it! I can't take anymore... no more disappointments, no more losses, no more.

This happens sometimes. It happens when someone we really love dies, when a relationship we thought was forever suddenly ends, when life has become so disappointing we can't find a reason to go on.

Where do we go? Some simply die, they suddenly acquire an illness that takes them out of their pain, or they commit suicide. Others run away, some hit the streets and watch in horror as life as they knew before disintegrates. Some turn to alcohol or drugs, seeking an anesthesia to stop the pain.

Sometimes, we can't take anymore. All we want to be is done.

This emotion happens to us when our soul is weary; we don't have the energy or enthusiasm to continue the journey. Sometimes, life is painful, and we just want it to end.
Where should we go? Back, back to remember the person we were without anyone else in our lives, way back. Back to the child who had hopes and dreams and aspired to be more than most people could believe possible. Back.

When life begins to feel like you are trudging up the rough side of the mountain, when every phone call or conversation feels like another bolder added to the pile on your back in the trek up the path, you are approaching a dangerous curve in the game of life.

Too many times this happens when we take on things that are not our cross to bear, when we fall into an abyss that opened from someone else's addictions or emotional dysfunctions and suddenly our own live is enmeshed in dread. And there we are, on the dark side of the mountain.

The risk we take when we trust and give our love to anyone is that of being hurt. Of someone betraying our trust or even, leaving through the natural process of dying. And we are left to pick up the tiny pieces our heart has shattered into. Sometimes, it seems too difficult to be victorious in repairing the damage.

Your victory comes when you make it though this dark passage.

It begins when you stop walking up the rough side and sit down. Be still. Put down the baggage, the burdens you have been carrying, and take a moment to feel you, just you.
Look deep inside and recapture the joy of your youth, the promise of everything you dreamed of before all of all your dreams shape shifted into tragedy. Remember?
Remember the smell of new mown grass?

Remember the freedom of summertime and butterflies? Remember the sounds of an ice cream truck approaching, the sounds of your young friends scrambling to meet the truck? Just remember, and know that nothing has changed.

That is still you, the same image, a little wiser. Your hope is not lost; you have lost sight of it.
Losing someone you love to death feels impossible to recover from; it may feel that way for a long time.

Know that the sooner you allow it, the sooner you will begin to hear their gentle chuckles, the laughter and good times shared, all the best memories which is all we ever really get to keep from any experience in life, will come rushing back as soon as you are ready to allow it. Because life does go on, it is the way our Creator planned it.

One day we will feel free to release the pain and the old guilt of whatever we wished we had done and then grab and hold the memories that are so dear to us. And the very same is true for a relationship that is lost.

If you have lost your job and have grown too tired to struggle any longer, find a moment to be thankful for this opportunity to start over. Stop trying to recoup what was lost and find the childish joy in a new beginning. Opportunity is there for all of us; we lose sight of it because we cannot catch the vision when our soul is so empty.

Take heart in knowing that the very biggest and best things that happen in our lives happen when we stop limiting what can come into our lives, by imagining that we must 'see' it first. Get out of the way of your miracles and let go...

Let Go and Let God

As children bring their broken toys, in tears, for us to mend;
I brought my broken dreams to God, because He was my friend.
But then, instead of leaving Him, in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help, with ways that were my own.
At last I snatched them back and cried, "How could you be so slow?"
"My child," He said, "What could I do? You never did let go!"

Author ~ Lauretta P. Burns -

There is where you go, back to the beginning, to whatever name you call your Creator and get out of the way of your goodness, your miracles; your own healing!


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