All I know is my perspective was like the off-white color of linen. Stark, yet groggy. Bright, yet murky. Befuddled. It was like being institutionalized, but on the inside. Playing on a sandy dirt lot with a chain linked fence on a hot summer’s day–except everyday. It wasn’t the worst, but it wasn’t my life. And it was the last time I would deem myself sane without question before a long series of gaslit relationships left me questioning everything. Rejection, humilitaion, abuse. These are the locusts of my field, and God will not forsake me. He will never forsake me.
Joel 2:25-27 “So I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten, The crawling locust, The consuming locust, And the chewing locust, My great army which I sent among you. You shall eat in plenty and be satisfied, And praise the name of the Lord your God, Who has dealt wondrously with you; And My people shall never be put to shame. Then you shall know that I am in the midst of Israel: I am the Lord your God And there is no other. My people shall never be put to shame.