I no longer fear the deep. When life viciously tosses me in, I swim for Jesus. He died for me and my eternal life with him. From the moment we met, I have practiced my technique.
Where the run meets the end. A poem of survival.
Surrender is healing; in ways we often never expect.
If I want to join His purpose for my life, a life I surrendered to him long ago, then I have to trust.
Whether we are fighting battles in our faith, or Satan on the frontline, the message is clear.
The devil prowls. We know creatures who prowl come to destroy and devour.
I don't want to be this person. This early aging woman. I don't know how to change this trajectory, or how to embrace it.
Only other women who've dealt with the pain of pornography would understand. I desire a fresh start but I fear a fresh start.
You knew what I searched for would never be found in men, or anything else. With calm reassurance for a hurting soul, you introduced me to your Son.
You don't know me.
You only see what
I give you to see.
The internal quiet,
The other me.
There is no holding back. Praise Him in the storm is all I know.