Covered...

*A bird is mired in oil on the beach at East Grand Terre Island along the Louisiana coast on Thursday, June 3, 2010. (AP Photo/Charlie Riedel)



The Gulf Oil Spill, what a catastrophe...
what a picture
of
me.

What a picture of life.

Our hearts, our hurts ...
buried deep
but there is a hole in our core
just like there is a hole in the earth
and just as the oil gushes out, even now...
eventually life is too much
the days are too heavy
the stuff
too
much
and out it comes...

life--
all
over
us

and we are covered
weighted down
by
cares
and hurts
and worries
and problems
and issues...

we sit
feeling the sludge
we sit
so very burdened
we sit
all is miry
dark
dense
heavy
we are covered
in
yuck

and there is no fast solution
because that hole in our core
it's always going to be there...

our heart
is always going to be available to be bruised,
again...

our rescue
is that One that promises to wash us and make us whiter than snow...
the One that promises to stick closer than a brother...
the One who was betrayed by his friends...
the One who on the darkest day in history,
forgave...
so that we,
even sitting in sludge of our own creation,
can cry out and say,
"help''

and with hands gentle but firm,
He picks us up...
he wipes us down,
he washes us off,
and he makes us clean...

and He gives us a Comforter...
because He knows what it's like
to be in the sludge
he fought His way out of it...so that He could pull us out too!

He's got us covered.