“She was a stranger in her own life, a tourist in her own body.” ---
The Van Alen Legacy
When I opened my eyes this morning, it felt like my body had undergone reconstructive surgery. I placed my hand over my chest and there was no movement. I forced my eyes shut and fell back asleep. I woke up again and still no heartbeat. A cloud of temporary amnesia held the rain of reality back awhile longer. My limbs were barely draped in the torn gown of sadness while self-medication offered a temporary injection of numbness.
In seclusion, I wrestled secretly with the overwhelming lingering grief from the residue of losses my family suffered this year. The ongoing trauma kept me in a strained, defeated posture of intimate pain. The unhealed, wounds proved to be a sign of infection that spilled over to arrest my thoughts.
The enemy stripped, beat, and placed chains around my mind. He sentenced me to "death row." It was not the first imprisonment. However, this time, I was NOT afraid!
Somehow, the seeds that my grandmother had nurtured on the inside of my belly had reached maturation. I was no longer buried beneath the swamp of helplessness, I was actually planted on his mountaintop of victory.
I put on the armor of God, drew my sword, and worshipped despite the "internal disconnect!"
All of a sudden, the hills of despair collapsed, the chains of oppression loosed, and the clouds of sadness disappeared.
The enemy came to steal, kill, and destroy but God flipped the script.
He renewed my mind, returned my peace, and restored my hope.
I danced, shouted, and straightened my grandmother's crown.
Don't let the natural "disconnect" disguise the promise.
"About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them. Suddenly there was such a violent earthquake that the foundations of the prison were shaken. At once all the prison doors flew open, and everyone's chains came loose." -Acts 16:25-26
When I opened my eyes this morning, it felt like my body had undergone reconstructive surgery. I placed my hand over my chest and there was no movement. I forced my eyes shut and fell back asleep. I woke up again and still no heartbeat. A cloud of temporary amnesia held the rain of reality back awhile longer. My limbs were barely draped in the torn gown of sadness while self-medication offered a temporary injection of numbness.
In seclusion, I wrestled secretly with the overwhelming lingering grief from the residue of losses my family suffered this year. The ongoing trauma kept me in a strained, defeated posture of intimate pain. The unhealed, wounds proved to be a sign of infection that spilled over to arrest my thoughts.
The enemy stripped, beat, and placed chains around my mind. He sentenced me to "death row." It was not the first imprisonment. However, this time, I was NOT afraid!
Somehow, the seeds that my grandmother had nurtured on the inside of my belly had reached maturation. I was no longer buried beneath the swamp of helplessness, I was actually planted on his mountaintop of victory.
I put on the armor of God, drew my sword, and worshipped despite the "internal disconnect!"
All of a sudden, the hills of despair collapsed, the chains of oppression loosed, and the clouds of sadness disappeared.
The enemy came to steal, kill, and destroy but God flipped the script.
He renewed my mind, returned my peace, and restored my hope.
I danced, shouted, and straightened my grandmother's crown.
Don't let the natural "disconnect" disguise the promise.
"About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them. Suddenly there was such a violent earthquake that the foundations of the prison were shaken. At once all the prison doors flew open, and everyone's chains came loose." -Acts 16:25-26
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