The Party’s Over

The streamers have torn and are blowing in the wind.

Helium is gone from the balloons leaving them lifeless, barely hanging from their colorful ribbons.

A corner of the banner has come loose hiding the celebratory words under as the backside covers the front and exposes the chipped and tattered paint on the wall underneath.

Colorful puddles of melted wax where the candles burned all the way down dot the platter that once held a beautiful cake; white with buttercream icing.

No refreshments are left from the rats that invaded and left nary a crumb. Ants and roaches picked up anything they left. 

Walls have crumbled. Remnants of the accumulated paraphernalia litter the floor and the sky grows large overhead. Slowly the clouds move away and allow the sun to shine through where the fierce destruction tore away all the protection that time had built up.

Layers and layers of anything that could be added to the walls and the coverings to guard and protect what was inside. 

Finally, it’s gone. There’s not much left. Just scraps of the memory of what was there. Little pieces. Scattered remnants. Broken, crushed and shattered, left to be blown away with the wind. 

Silent. 

Peaceful

Calm

Oh, there was a guest list, but no one came. Each time anyone was approached to join the party, their needs or problems over shadowed the date. Finally, there were only three…

Three can make a hell of a party- I know, I was there. 

Judgement became clouded and it was unclear who initiated the gathering, until He showed up. 

Finally it was all clear to me. 

The party is over. 

It should never have happened in the first place. 

Now, this reoccurring event is erased from the calendar. 

No more Pity Party for me. 

Psalm 44:21

Psalm 51:1-2