That Bruised Soleil

Sometimes it feels like my brain gets punted across a chasm, landing in a strange, thorny place. The little thoughts I make get poked before they go very far. It’s like a prison. To go into my past hurts, and to go forward is excruciating. All the world and what it contains gets bound up in a little hard ball with no light. And then I am becalmed, suddenly, reminded that the Son Himself was bound up, too. His brain was covered in thorns. They poked into His skull. So, as I’m stuck, my thoughts impaled by the cruelty of things, there’s hope. Though I don’t feel like facing that next thorn, I have a King who faced them all. And He still loves me.