Treasure in the dark

From time to time I have come along side those who have been deep in the black night of life. I have had dark nights but there are others who have struggled far more.
I have been asked to explain the dark night trials to those who have not been there. Below is my attempt and my encouragement for light and salvation.
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Treasure in the Dark
Hurt Heart stared at the dying embers caring not that the last of the wood was burning to end.
The dark stone cottage, the cold and the black about him, was the appropriate cloak of his not caring.
Inside Hurt Heart gave his attention into falling deeper into the vortex well of Black.
Black, with soft gentle words of comfort bade him deeper, deeper. The deeper you go more comfort you’ll find. There is incredible freedom from self in free falling, freefall, freefall, freefall you get rest in death. Free from hurt and sorrow from failure from always hurting others. Free from feeling anything, free, free, free-fall all the way, rest in death.
Who really cares? Death is warm and light, it is peace and there are no burdens, it is where you are finally free.
Hurt Heart exhausted of weariness was deep in the well; he could no longer see the top nor cared.
His mind was blurring to its final end, he breathes in what could be the final breath.
But there is one tiny part, one speck in his mind that has to die, the last one until all is done.
The last speck has what’s left of his attention and he laboriously raises one eyebrow to look at it in his mind.
It is a speck of light so distant in his mind he is surprised it even exists,
For what seems like forever Black, layer upon layer has been his comfort, his thoughts, his joy his truth to freedom, peace and love.
Speck who are you?

Why haven’t you left long ago? Can’t you see my love for Black? He has my all.
Curious speck, you are the fly that avoids my swat. and you fear not.
Hurt Heart laughs at the irony that he even desires to contemplate speck as mattering.
So in joy of falling, he falls deeper. But as he falls he notes that speck is still there and changes not in size.
So he stops falling to find out why.
Speck I am amazed that I care about that which I don’t care about.
Why are you the same size? I fell deeper.
And why am I using my last brain cell on you?
Still speck does nothing
Resisting Blacks pull of desire to fall,Hurt Heart tends to specks existence.
Around him all of Blacks comforts surround him. Years of invested heart sorrows are the familiar sofas of his familiar Black.
But why speck?
How can I care about what I don’t care about?
Why does speck care about being here?
It is then that Hurt Heart realizes though not knowing how, that speck has always been there.
So Speck, you are my final cobweb of my final curtain call, I didn’t expect you, but I suppose there has to be a last one.
I give, who are you? What are you?
Again he knows he knowsm yet doesn’t know why he knows, or how he knows why he knows or really what he knows.
His head spinning around some goulash of she sells seashells at the seashore and caring about that which he doesn’t care Hurt Heart slows the fall and thinks,
how can I know that speck knows?
Why does speck care to be with me even though I fall away from him?
There is slight movement in the dark that gets Blacks attention.
It is the heart of Hurt Heart turning slightly to speck.
First surprise, then fear, then anger, grips Black, but he has been here before and is wise enough not to change anything for that will just amplify speck.
Feeding low subliminal words he backgrounds a pleasing falling, falling, falling.
Hurt Heart pushes Speck away but Speck moves not nor changes.
Confusion frustrates Hurt Heart head for justification for falling, embracing Black, was no one cared, and I don’t matter.
Hurt Heart in attempt to see his adversary moves closer to Speck and sees his reflection in Speck.
He moves away but his reflection is always there but changes not in size.
Again Hurt Heart knows he is in Speck and has always been.
Very unsettling Hurt Heart sits on a black sofa to think.
Nice familiar sofa, you I know, so why am I known and have been known. How can I be here and there?
How can Speck exist when in every way I have given my heart to Black?
Black answer me!
Who is S.peck? Why does he care? Why am I in Him? How does he know who I am?
Black answer me
Why is there just darkness and comfort?
Why aren’t there answers?
Hurt Heart turns to Speck and knows who Speck is.
You are, aren’t you?
You are truth not just dark comfort.
I am in you and because of it I mean something to you, In fact I am yours to be loved and care for if I turn to you.
Speck there is nothing of me that is of value.
You are not just a speck of light.
You are the one who created me, and know me and yet you still love me.
I am in you because from you I was created
You are GOD!
You are JESUS!
You are my life, save me!
Suddenly death was swallowed by life.
Darkness by light
Hurt Heart was now Full Heart
And Speck?
Well you know no matter what size,
He is savior, Lord, Healer, Lover, and Life, in him is no darkness.
Speck is the authority of GOD in fullness
And the fullness of Full Hearts life.
For Full Heart darkness became grayness the well of falling faded and in its place.
He that is light became Full Hearts attention.
Black was still around with just faded outline of his dark sofas
But they held no comfort or attention.
What did, was GOD! GODS love, his invitation for Full Heart to look at him,at his love for him.
To be with GOD the father was hope and healing and incredible relief.
Relief that he did not have to run his own life, he got to do only that which GOD desired.
Relief from mind that any time his head was messed up with thoughts, he could place his thoughts back in GOD. His GOD was his father not of confusion but of order.
Full heart easily traded in his hopelessness and chose to look and live in trust that the GOD of light had a plan and purpose his life.
And there was healing, healing he knew was going on in his soul all the time. He could sense that GOD was tending to his deep wounds, healing deep, deep sorrowful wounds of heart.
Full heart delighted spending time alone with GOD. In those times he got to live in happiness, everyday he was discovering new ways GOD was a part of who he was.
GOD was his whole hearts desire, in his presence he would laugh and twirl as a child, enjoying being loved, cherished.
His friends tried but couldn't fully understand him but that was alright for Full Heart lived in real time with he who is truth. His friends were happy he was getting along alright.
To Full Heart everything appeared new, for he saw GOD in all of his creation.
But most of all, he was completely thrilled by GOD the incredible colors of his love, ever changing, ever alive and still Him.
Full Heart was now looking all the time at what GOD wanted to show him. To see what GOD was looking at, smelling, tasting, hearing, feeling, doing.
IN the past he was wondering who he was, now the more he saw GOD the more he knew himself.
Full Heart gave up trying to make something of his life he enjoyed following where GOD took him. His life was not defined by his past.
Since he had so many failures he dropped them and put GODS son robe of righteousness. Jesus said this is my robe of perfect righteousness, perfect success, you may wear it; it is always in you to wear. Full Heart so full of this incredible treasure twirled around in the robe of Christ’s righteousness. This is me? This me? This is you yet it is me? And GOD made known to him it was.
Life for Full Heart was different on the outside his bouts of physical pain and the usual troubles life’s brings was still there. But during these times he shared them with GOD who was there for him in the midst of it.
Full Heart laughingly called it being an air head for GOD. For no longer did he walk or carry life’s everyday burdens alone, he often asked GOD what is it you want me to think right now? And in doing so burden was shifted.
Black was ever vigilant trying to get Full Heart back. He would bring significant people into his life to push his buttons hoping anger would nullify GOD’s light. He would use old tricks trying to convince him he was a failure, looser, nobody respects you. But Full Heart spent time with God, ran to him to see again what he had to say ,had to feel about what was going on. And GOD being truth was love and life.
Held in fascination by GOD of Light now he had identity, purpose, love, success by association, righteousness and joy in spite of life.
He had found a way to escape himself that was so entangled with Black. And found himself and so much more in GOD of Light.
Full Heart had clear sight that the more he abandoned himself into GOD of Light the more he saw himself. This day was the now and to walk the course of this day with GOD of Light no matter how trivial was the center of GOD of light’s desire. All the fullness of purpose and the holiest he could be on the planet.
He grew, in how to live, not by what the eyes saw but by how GOD of light saw him.
Full Heart was amazed how often GOD of light wanted to laugh and delight. He seemed to be always delighting. He could crawl up in GOD of Lights lap with a concern and look at all the ways God of light would care for that concern and how thoroughly he was a part of every part of it. Amazed always amazed how deep fathomlessly deep his love is. Amazed and comforted God of lights peace was full assurance.
Full Heart, full of heart said it this way,”Unsurpassing, indescribable swallowed by life and light of GOD, My GOD!
And all this by the treasure in the dark.