Harboring Fugitives

When things get heavy,
where do you place the load?

Do you drag it behind you
like chains tied to your ankles,
bleeding across deserts
that were never meant to bury you?

Do you clutch it to your chest
until your ribs ache from holding grief
that Heaven never assigned to your name?

Do you rehearse the pain so often
that sorrow begins to sound

like your own voice?

Do you complain and remain in the wilderness,
walking circles around promises
because fear convinced you
that bondage was safer than breakthrough?

Daily trials…
will test your resolve,
challenge your patience,
provoke your anger,
pull at old wounds,
and bait every trigger
you thought had finally died.

Some days the pressure
will sit on your lungs like a storm,
and the silence will try to convince you
that God has forgotten your address.

But listen carefully—

Not every thought deserves residency.
Not every emotion deserves authority.
Not every wound deserves the final word.

Don’t take possession of illegitimate wrath.
Don’t cosign doubt.
Don’t nurture the lies
that came to assassinate your faith.

Pain may knock,
but you do not have to

prepare a room for it.

Misery may visit,
but you do not have

to feed it at your table.

God gave us the keys to the kingdom,
yet too many of us
keep unlocking doors for darkness
and calling it honesty.

So please…

Stop harboring emotional fugitives.
Stop sheltering sadness like it is sacred.
Stop entertaining despair
until it becomes your identity.

Stop mourning over versions of yourself

God already called delivered.

And stop casting your pearls before swine—

stop pouring sacred oil
into places committed to draining you.

You were not created
to spend your life surviving storms
while forgetting you were built to speak to them.

The same mouth
that cries in the valley
can still command mountains to move.

The same hands
that tremble under pressure
were still chosen to carry glory.

And when the enemy returns
searching for fear, shame, and surrender—

may he find locked gates,
an occupied throne,
and a soul so filled with God
that darkness no longer recognizes
the person it once tried to destroy.

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