Step to the beat of God’s healing and rhythm and respond willingly as He glides you thru’ the tragedies into the victories.

Some of us are grieving over the death of a relationship. You don’t even understand why it died; you are forced to accept something that you cannot explain.

You have replayed the events as a jury reviews the evidence. Accept that your deliberation is after the facts and pointless.

The chance to change the verdict is over. You were an eyewitness to the demise of your relationship, and with it went your friendship.

There were moments of rage that boarded on hatred, and then there were the nights of loneliness and the crazed feeling of lust and longing for the lover who is supposed to be your enemy.

The relationship pined away like a sick person. It lost its vibrancy, then its excitement, until one day you came home and found out it had lost its commitment.

Some of us are grieving over these relationships that crumbled before our eyes.
Perhaps you have been haunted by one of these issues or some other crisis. Have you known what it was like to want someone to rescue you from the pain?? . Well, to save some precious time.

Only the Lord can heal deep pain. It does not matter whether your pain comes from a brutal rape kept secret, a fractured promise never fulfilled, or some other gut-wrenching disturbance. He is the prince of peace and He rides into the worst situation on the wings of hope. His divine hand over you gives sense to the tragic events that seemed meaningless. He knows how to orchestrate your pain and somehow bring a blessing out of a mess.

We must seek the Lord; you can’t play God. You might be independent, but you need to allow God to help you through the night. He alone can mend you. You cannot do this on your own.

Stuck on the steps??

There are demons that must be exorcised, the phantoms and ghosts that must be evicted from the heart of the one who would dare to look life in the face and say, “I will go on!”

That is what you must say if you are going to survive. You must look right into the flaming inferno of hellish situations and declare through parched, lonely, tearstained lips, “I will go on.” Inside every victim there is harsh tenacity and steel will. Courage is born out of crises. Little girl, you have the power. It is you through Christ. It is in you to succeed. No one succeeds without overcoming opposition. Wipe your face, strengthen your back, hold up your head, and survive!

No one can change their yesterdays, no matter how terrible they may have been. Update your life. This is now, not then. I pray for your courage to endure what you cannot change. Completely remodel the things that you can, and tell the rest of it to go play in traffic!

Did I miss a thing?

My heart is pumping like the traditionally dancers drums
My sweat glands have been let free
My eyes are red, from the salty water flowing down my face
My legs are tired
I take some few breath stops
But the distance is far much worrying
Going back is not an option at this moment
I have lost touch of my body
Two sips of water will do me great favor
But keeping on, I must keep on
Getting close,
I see your yellow barracuda
Once a happy ride, memories flow back
I see your Mercury Montego
Reminisce, the day we got married.
Getting close
How ago we used to lie on the floor for hours
Phones cradled between shoulders and ears
Twirling the cord between our fingers
How we talked and recognized the language of our realm
Getting close
Good old memories are best set for the museum’s update
Getting close, almost there, I see your face
How short a time your handsome face has aged
What a pity,
I see the pain in your eyes
Reminisce the time, energy and mind time we gave?
Why did it have to prove us soo wrong?
I said, I wanted a little time,
Now I want eternity time
With a slip of the ring from my finger
And before I take another turn of life
Before you mouth the same old words
Correct me if you must,
But did I miss a thing?