The Orpah
mic check one … two…
..three’s a crowd and I usually don’t fit in
Okay, that was corny but so am I, conventionally.
My name is Orpah _ not meant to stay.
I’m the one who leaves…
And this is my story.
Orpah, not Oprah… proof of how much Word you must OWN
but I don’t blame you much.
Nobody speaks for our side of the family;
the heartbreakers, once-upon-a-time bestfriends, the lying ex-lovers, phased-out colleagues..you name it.
Most of my cousins are in your contact list
on the verge of getting blocked!
You’re just waiting on Ms Petty.
It’s a big pool really…with one identity
We walk away!
In tears or pride or plain selfishness.
We commune with a chorus of Black Labels
Known for rising unto the scene _ and into thin air…
We’re literally The Walkers!
But listen O Ye People, for I’m truthfully speaking.
You were made for a purpose, just not for everybody.
Certainly, not all seven billion of us have a place in your journey!
God is dynamic and meets everyone’s need
He doesn’t love you any less than me
so can all the hatred please cease?!
There exist a thousand reasons for our addiction;
we’re afraid of staying
we didn’t know any better
we didn’t bond or ‘click’ with you anymore
we didn’t know HOW to stay
we missed our Moabite gods..(okay maybe just me ..lol)
walking away is all we’ve seen
you were out of our leagues
we chose a different pathway
we would’ve messed you up
Or our purpose in your lives simply ended!
I’ve heard many more at family meetings but truth is
We walk away for the fear of boned memories long jaded, gushing with new life….
..like the clots on our old scars missed factors,
and scars we healed in silent vices opened up till we’re suddenly bleeding all over again!
It’s just easier to
Walk away…
Away…
On to the next…
Collecting jars of hurts and regrets on our way
Hoping, that we too might catch a glimpse of Mercy.
Please let us go!!
You are not for everybody and that’s okay!
Purpose is no opportunist. It seeks specifics.
Specific strokes of colours embedded in the mural of your life.
Specific strategically-positioned helpers who are unshakeable in all the seasons of your life.
The ones present in the highs and lows and uglies..
They got your back so deep you can call them roots!
They love you…almost like Jesus…even when you push them away.
They love to grab you in your mess and help you find your way.
They are keepers…find them
and let us go!!
For we came in to teach you lesssons
So consider us leaves that reminded you of life’s seasons but eventually got pruned.
Let all the pain go!!
Though it hurt to see you cry, for some of us,
reason appealed like Naomi did to me, thrice.
We’re not all cold hearts… just on different paths.
Please let us go!!
Don’t call on our shadows with guilt and curses
For it beckons Bitterness, and he loves to wreck any soul he nurses.
The apologies you await are stuck in our throats like benign tumours which refuse to spread to your ears.
and
Tears??
Well, they just like to tease our ducts!.
Please let us go!!
Do not lurk or aim to be pillars of salt
when there’s a Lot ahead of you.
We’re also in search of God
so maybe,
if it’s in HIS painting..
Our feet will tiptoe back into your story!
Whoever you are, there is someone out there for you.
For every Adam, there’s an Eve.
For every Naomi, there is me…
for a period..
Until it’s time to leave.
My advice??
Let all the baggage go!
Find Christ
He’ll give you some roots
and when He does,
give them room to Ruth!
...sincerely, Deuces✌...
~ sheyla ~