Revive Me

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Will You not revive us again, that Your people may rejoice in You?    -Psalm 85:6

 

My skin is shaking, heart is hammering. There’s this pulsing, rushing ruby in my veins. Sweeping through me, underneath me, to the chambers of my heart. It’s been locked, held securely by a key of hidden hurt. Now the currents push forward and the cracks cannot keep up.

Walls come crumbling, humbling my dry, weary soul. Shock soars through me, a realization of the booming echoes reverberating inside. I’m broken, my heart is stripped to shreds. Marrow seeping, eyes are bleeding out the salty tears I’ve held at bay.

Shock soars through me, a realization of the booming echoes reverberating inside. @SRennAwake Click To Tweet

There’s a hole in my heart, tightening the remains to shrivel together and steal the breath from my collapsing lungs. My soul hears nothing but slapping waves of regret rattling my shore of surrender.

Wheel me through the doors of flashing red, place me urgently on the table wrapped in panic. Tear my gown from my neck, take away this suffocation. Pick a scalpel sharp and blazing. Work precisely. Transfuse my colorless blood with scarlet salvation. Salve my wounds. Bind my scars. Resuscitate my faltering faith.

I lay, bare and busted. Swiftly shape my heart, drain the disbelief, shoot a river of redemption flowing through my arteries. Create an unshakable shield for this susceptible soul.

Revive me.

Sarah Rennicke

Sarah Rennicke loves words. She also loves people. And she loves weaving them together in honest and vulnerable ways. She loves slowing down and listening to the heartbeats of this world, exploring the hidden hopes and deepest fears tucked away in souls. She believes that God created imagination to truly see His handiwork, and that we are all desiring to be seen, known, and loved.

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