The slow unpacking of a broken soul. Where the beat of a heart doesn't indicate life, but a life undone. When hopelessness is no longer a thought or feeling, but a destination.
My identity no longer lingers in the shadows of a victim or mentally ill and broken. What Satan hoped to imprison for life was surrendered and set free years ago by the blood of Jesus Christ.
When I finally released every stronghold relating to worry or fear, the woman God intended emerged even stronger. With a bold faith and guided wisdom, fear vanished.
It is easy to trust him in the light and good times, but it requires courage to trust Him in the dark and unknown moments.
She'll smile a lie, and grin away the truth, In a shattered display, disguised for you.
I used to think "Why did God allow this." Evil wants nothing to do with God, and we have free will in this world. Combine evil with free will, and you get evil acts.
Brave is the soul that survives.
Do not fear, do not fear,
Written enough times to read for a year.
I could see her veins through her paper thin skin, I could see her little lungs working so hard to gain oxygen, and I could feel my heart pound at the love I felt for that little someone that I just met. She weighed all of 1 lb. 11 oz., and all I heard over and over from the nurses and many doctors working tirelessly by her side was, "She is doing great!"..."I can't believe how well she is doing.."