In a Nutshell...Life on Life's Terms... Hope for the hopeless...

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"Being beset on all sides" is an often-used term in the Old and New Testament speaking of a strategic surrounding in warfare. In the spiritual sense, it means being mentally or spiritually assaulted by the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune.

I've often felt like that. In fact, it's a guarantee that we have to face "life on life's term." It's an oft-used term used in self-help organizations that inform the individual that there is a life we have to live, and good or bad, it has to be lived, regardless of the outcome.

I once lived a life not once thinking of the outcome. There was no consequence for me. It didn't factor into a life just based on finding pleasure for myself. Not once thinking of how I might help another person feel better. Feel better about themselves. Feel better about life. Feel like there is a reason for living.

I got into this new field in this new chapter of my life with the intention of being of service of the sick and suffering person trying to find a glimmer of hope in the whirling insanity of the love/hate disease-riddled state. I understand the trap of their despair. I'm very much aware of the fallen state of man and how there is no escape from it by conventional means.

The human spirit can get lost to the darkness. There's not just the physical compulsion. There are other things going on under the hood. The immortal soul is sometimes stuck in a timeless loop of never-ending darkness. Sometimes It takes more than just a medical assisted medication. Sometimes it takes courageous word. A word that implores them to take care of themselves. That they deserve a better life and they need to allow themselves to heal. I had one such person that was seemingly in death's grip. I remember telling this soul that he needs to care for himself. That he needs to allow himself to recover. He wasn't well mentally. He let out a slight whimper when I told him this. I don't think he ever heard it that way. I hope he got something from it.

I just found out he was killed the other night. He's finally free. I believe he finally got it. He's no longer suffering that life.

I hate to be a bearer of such grim news. But I've been a messenger of hope to people before they've shuffled off this mortal coil. They need to hear that they're loved. That they matter. That they would be missed if they left. And that there's a Father who will receive them with open arms if they no longer can fight through this life. I believe that's what I do for people-give them hope for this life and the next. And that's a heavy burden that I must bear.

I wouldn't trade this for the world. This has become more valuable to me than anything this finite realm could possibly offer. I'll be that angel of mercy and hope. I want to be there to show someone love.

It makes my heart swell overwhelmingly.

But isn't that life on life's terms...?