Keep Going

Swaying,

Exhausted,

My emotions toss about inside,

I was frozen,

I thought, I thought I saw him,

I didn’t know what to do,

Tears with embarrassment,

Shame,

Just breathe, Just breathe,

The moment of fear overwhelmed me,

My heart,

Dear Jesus,

Cover me in your wings,

I seek refuge and tenderness,

Your hands,

Your love,

Your eyes,

My hope,

Is in you.

Leaning into you more every day.

Just Breathe.

My eyes on you.

Amen.

Broken to see You

Peace.

Breathe.

Open my eyes to see you.

Today was a hard day, Jesus.

Really hard.

I started the morning at your feet,

I asked the Holy Spirit to move,

I was playful and excited about the day,

I loved the beautiful sunrise,

It was so colorful,

Like a painting that I can only aspire to ever create,

God, sometimes I need things to slow down,

Just a little bit.

Today, I arrived safely to work,

I walked in with a big smile and I love saying good morning and let’s do this!

Then, the dark clouds come.

I keep praying,

I panic,

My friend prayed with urgency for me,

And as I pondered big questions,

The warfare only got bigger and bigger,

I wanted everything to stop,

The warfare was swallowing me,

Then I broke,

I started crying,

Ugly Tears,

My heart,

Hurt,

I couldn’t stop crying,

Even in the storm, I could see you,

But all I could do was cry.

I used to be able to be a fortress, no tears, tough, nothing got to me,

Then life happened, ugly things happened,

I broke,

I found you,

Learning to start from the beginning,

To learn how to cope and feel safe,

My hope is only in You.

I’m struggling Jesus.

I am who you say I am,

Not what the world says in their anger,

I pray to find rest and peace with you as I continue to find true freedom.

Breathe

Just Breathe

I desire to grow in you and be who you created me to be.

Broken to freedom,

Amen.

Swing Still

Blank stare,

Emotions collide,

Cannot breathe,

Need to breathe,

Is this real?

Does it matter?

Who cares?

He cares about everything,

Trying to dig deeper,

He gathers the missing pieces,

Trying to produce sound,

He holds my hand,

I need someone to walk with us,

Praying and walking with Him,

Please listen and feel with me,

Help me to see Him,

So that I can be made whole.

I’m so tired of being broken,

So tired of the shame,

Just….breathe….

Stop shaking.

He is here.

I am 2 years old.

Be still and Swing.

Speak Up

I woke up this morning in a box of shame,

I had nightmares again.

Will they ever stop?

And why is it that I never fight hard enough to get away?

And why do I always hear those words?

“Beautiful girl, come”.

Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Jesus, help.

Please teach me to speak up and fight.

KI