a little hard
A poem
Dear Jesus, it's been a little hard to process the chaos. A little hard to be myself in the mess. A little hard to rest in my own skin... When there's this demon knocking on the entrance of my dominion… Thirsty for Vengeance It wants in. To play with the pieces of my mind-- get me to rewind. Preying on what's precious, pure, and sweet Inside. It's a little hard to focus. When the locust want to chew whrough What I know-- and take advantage of who I am. Like I'm delirious, and swayed by the current of What they say. But what can I do? Except pray… Dear Jesus, It's a little hard sometimes. Even when I'm fine-- I'm not alright. But I will be, knowing You're mine. To keep close in the chaos since You chose to be my security-- I seek You first And even when it's a little hard. I know I can stand above the uncertainty and rise in Your love knowing I'm free from the shadows of the enemy.
I can do all things [which He has called me to do] through Him who strengthens and empowers me [to fulfill His purpose—I am self-sufficient in Christ’s sufficiency; I am ready for anything and equal to anything through Him Who infuses inner strength into me].
Philippians 4:13 AMP



Beyond beautiful. Captured my ❤️ and spoke volumes. Keep on receiving from the Lord. He will give you the Grace to stand and strengthen you. Glory to Glory. ❤️
Aww so sweet!