Letter To My Heart — Pen Strokes & Keystrokes

Dear heart, I hear you beating in anxiety as I type this letter to you. Do not worry, a rebuke, though painful at times is most necessary for healing, for growth. And I am not just here to rebuke only, but to encourage as well. And in all I say let there be […]

via Letter To My Heart — Pen Strokes & Keystrokes

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devil’s Lies

I lay down each night

Trying to find the bliss of the day.

But that when the devil starts whispering

His deceitful lies.

No other voice to drown out his words

He whispers,

“You’re worthless

Can’t you see you are not loved?

Can’t you see how much you’re hated?

Your friends only pity

That sorry sob story you cry.

Your GOD isn’t there

And HE never was.

You think you’re so special.

Something unique created by HIM.”

I scream, “Please,

Just leave me be.”

And the devil replies

“You think I leave that easy.

You’re nothing.

You think you’re protected by you GOD

But you answer me

Where was HE when you were small

Too young to know anything at all

Your mother beat you.

She watched as that monster crawled into your bed

And made you such a broken little girl.

Answer me

Where was your almighty

When you were a teenager

And overpowered by a man that was twice your size.

Answer me, Nothing.”

The words sink deeper.

The lies begin their work.

Tears begin flowing.

My voice to weak.

To fight this battle.

I’d lost too much.

My heart too brittle.

My pain too great.

Slightly I prayed

That GOD get me through this pain.

A voice rose.

A voice that was not my own.

“This is my daughter.

You have no place in her satan.

I command thee,

LEAVE.”

The lies ceased their hold.

The pain ceased in my heart.

I am something.

I am a daughter of the King.

I’m Doing Just Fine

Laying in a hospital bed

A woman frail and old

Her hair no longer there

Her skin pale and ice cold.

Her body constantly

Racked with pain.

Daughters and sons

Family and friends

Visit with tears

Falling down their cheeks

For they know

The woman lying there

Will soon be gone.

Each day they visit

Each day they ask

“How are you doing today?”

Each day she answers

“Can’t you see?

I’m doing just fine.

While my body hurts

My soul rejoices.

Today is another day

I have with my friends and family.

And today is one day closer

To the time I get to go home.

Today

I say

Is a day of rejoicing.”

This continued

Til one day

Family came to visit

And all they found

Was an empty shell

Of the woman that once thrived there.

A note laid beside her head

“Don’t cry over me.

My body no longer hurts

JESUS came to me and said

‘My child

It’s time to come home.

I’m doing

Just fine.”

Was all it read.