Possession

There are two ways to be broken and never heal.

The first is to believe a promise: that if I fully possess the thing I desire the most, I will be happy. But when I finally grab ahold of it and suck the marrow out of it, I come to the horrifying conclusion that I am still hollow.

The second is to believe another promise: that as long as I feel full right now, I will be happy. I commit to nothing fully because I can never love anything great enough to lose the other options. I am driven by the need to be filled...with anything.

Both promises are lies. The first can't deliver, and the second makes me a slave to my appetites.

There third promise I have held on to in brokenness is the only one that doesn't just act as a bandaid on a wound, but leads to healing.

Whatever makes your heart sick with desire, whatever owns you, whatever you think you can't be happy without: kill it. One day, when you are ready to have it back, it will be brighter, better, and fuller than ever, because for the first time, you will possess it fully.