Thorn & Crown Co.

Is it actually, choosing to pick up the pieces of yourself. The fractured, broken pieces you let fall to the floor every time that knife came back around.

What knife?

The knife in the hands of the ones you love, or loved… The knife in the hands of the ones that hurt you, the ones that stuck the knife in, even when they knew there was a fresh, open wound… Actively bleeding, pulsating with each heartbeat. The nerves, severed and trying to refire; yet… they’re disconnected.

But now… Now; you’re healing. You’re healing with the One who never left… The One who saw all; who witnessed all through the witnesses. Oh yes… The witnesses. The witnesses of nature. Animals, water, the birds, the lakes, rivers, plants, all living, breathing creatures. Oh yes… He saw. And so… We break.

I broke myself once more, to break in the hands of my Father. Oh… A precious feeling I haven’t an ounce of true memory having once, felt this before. The unconditional love, the knowing. The knowing I had forgotten about, forsaken even. To break, once more in the hands of my Father, just to make me whole again. To run towards the darkness, the “scaries”, to confront them with His light. To sit. To sit and look at the ugly. To look at what I had ran from for 25-30 years. Just. Look. At. It. It feels almost shameful to admit it even… Doesn’t it?

No more… No more do we hide the ugly things. The truth shall set you free. I always thought it was just a lame bumper sticker quote. But… There’s SO much truth to it… Secrets keep you sick. YEP. They do. Even… secrets from yourself. So, once you recover those secrets, you’ll be all better! Right? I thought so… But, not quite. The sickness comes. The thing no one ever warned me about. The thing I’ve only ever heard one person mention… How else does a body respond when it’s never known a free thought? What happens when true free will is… paralyzing?

It’s all I’ve ever wanted—to be within; within myself, alive and whole. Re-settled, within. With my heavenly Father; Creator.
We cling desperately to the present, as the residue from those dragging our past behind us, reminding us, chases us. Almost, as the accuser… Day and night. However; this time it’s different. So different… because; finally… we have hope in Christ Jesus for our future.

Luke‬ ‭4‬:‭17-‭19‬
“And the book of the prophet Isaiah was handed to Him. And He opened the book and found the place where it was written,”
The Spirit of the Lord is upon Me,
Because He anointed Me to preach the gospel to the poor.
He has sent Me to proclaim release to the captives,
And recovery of sight to the blind,
To set free those who are oppressed,
To proclaim the favorable year of the Lord.”

The land is groaning; the stones are crying out… Are you listening… He is calling. His sheep know His voice…

A Cry from the wilderness.

TB. 8/4/2025