reclamation

There was a man I once was that was bold and confident in who he was and what his purpose in life was, that man has been hiding behind the cynicism and sarcasm of many people in his life lately, but he longs to be free. Just six years ago the joy was sucked out of him in one swift breath and though he tried to maintain his composure the harshness of realities in this religious life left him a cold empty shell, crippled by the depression of losing those who worked to restore joy in everyone they touched. The greatest heartbreak came with the recent death of his wife's love murdered somehow while he was out of town. Some say it was his fault for leaving others her fault for not following. Whatever the motives and reasons for a once perfect love to be destroyed the paralysis is slowly being lifted and his and a reclamation of his birthright is being restored today!