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I have a nice cage, thank you very much. It is, in fact, a luxury cage.

Large. Well furnished. Supplied with all the mod cons.

I share my cage with the Captain and two dogs. And friends. Acquaintances. Probably a frenemy or two. Keeping in mind I got unfriended.

It’s a solid cage, anchored in love, faith, discipline and self-control.

Illuminated with an inner glow radiating out from a grateful heart.


I’m pretty smug and self-satisfied about my cage.

Thus, when the rattling started, I found myself working through five stages remarkably like grief.

Those are –

  • Denial.

  • Anger.

  • Bargaining.

  • Depression.

  • Acceptance.

I got through Denial.

  • This can’t be happening.

  • It’s not true.

Only, I’m nowhere near the Acceptance Level.

Not yet.

I’m stuck in Angry.

  • I’m nauseous.

  • I have a headache.

  • I’m not going to cry.

  • I’m NOT!

I hold onto the bars of my cage that is my calm, orderly, controlled life.

Stabilizing them.

I search out the Captain for a hug, a cuddle.

And the dogs.

I watch from afar as people I care deeply about inflict hurt.

I cling for dear life as events beyond my control rattle and shake my cage.

Why Lord?


I stare at the canal.

A dolphin cruises past.

I can’t change his path or where he’s going.

Neither can I walk someone else’s road.

Isaiah 26:3 comes to mind.

“You will keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on You.”

I do wish my danged cage would stop rattling while I work on this.

Lent is upon me. I need peace.

Still, it is well with my soul.

Cyber hugs and blessings all.


Photo by Diego Catto on UnsplashIt is well with my soul. Male choir with lyrics.

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