She had been dead for...
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She had been dead for years. No, not dying. Dead. Stone, cold, dead. Dead emotionally. Dead spiritually. She had been a skin-
covered sack of bones existing in numbness, a feelingless space into which she had withdrawn in order to survive. But such survival wasn't living. It held no joy, no promise, no desire, no hope, no bliss. Though her physical self functioned, her spirit withered away. And no one seemed to notice. Except God. And God felt the dreadful agony of her ashen spirit even if she herself had grown inured to it. God knew that even cold embers can be made to burn again. Patiently, gently, continually, she was offered the spiritual spark that would reignite her inner being. The yearning, the longing, all the things she had dared not feel for so many years, these were intense now, at times too painful to imagine. But she was alive! Better to be consumed in the flames of spiritual quickening than die imprisoned within herself. -- Fannin
covered sack of bones existing in numbness, a feelingless space into which she had withdrawn in order to survive. But such survival wasn't living. It held no joy, no promise, no desire, no hope, no bliss. Though her physical self functioned, her spirit withered away. And no one seemed to notice. Except God. And God felt the dreadful agony of her ashen spirit even if she herself had grown inured to it. God knew that even cold embers can be made to burn again. Patiently, gently, continually, she was offered the spiritual spark that would reignite her inner being. The yearning, the longing, all the things she had dared not feel for so many years, these were intense now, at times too painful to imagine. But she was alive! Better to be consumed in the flames of spiritual quickening than die imprisoned within herself. -- Fannin
