Imagining Jesus wrapping His arms around me just makes me cry more.
Knowing that He loves me unconditionally is undeniably different to believing that he does.
I know I'm a child of God, I know I am cherished, I know I am loved, I know all these things but to believe it deep down in my core?
That is a very very hard thing to do amidst all the suffocating dark fuzz.
I can't put into words the emotions I'm feeling, the physical description of pain I'm hurting.
Not butterflies, worms and creepy crawlies, nor burning, stinging or needles and pins.
I could name every sensation yet none would suffice, no matter which I choose, it's never the right wording.
Not being squeezed by tentacles, vines and fists, being crushed by paws, boots and things. Nor being cut by thorns, claws and teeth, or whacked with belts, flippers and fins.
I cry myself to sleep, maybe three or more times a week.
I cry myself awake, maybe five out of seven days.
I sympathize with people who know they are weak.
I empathize with hidden depression, who finds light in sunrays.
A sunflower I may be, standing seemingly tall, staring my savior straight in His eyes, looking all pretty and bright.
That even with the mud I'm growing through, that sticky brown mess. The obsidian dirt draining every drop of energy, laughter and happiness.
I will feel my gardeners hands wrap around my olive worn stem, I will feel Him caress my lemon petals, pouring His presence into my spirit. That whisper, that still small voice telling me "I'm here, little strong one. I haven't forgotten you, I have never left. Lift that dreary head, for I am the light
"I catch every tear you let fall my daughter, my heart clenches at your silent cries. I'm right there with you when you scream, I'm right there with you when you weep. I love you forever and ever, I have loved you a billion years before you were even planted and I will never love you any less"
🌻Nadea🌻
'BE STRONG and courageous. DO NOT BE afraid or discouraged FOR HE WILL BE WITH YOU wherever you go. '
-I n s p i r e d • b y • J o s h u a • 1•9.
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Sunflowers And Mud
Poesie🌻🌻 A sunflower is known to always look towards the light right. Well, sometimes the mud that is surrounding the plant crawls up onto it's stem. And so the sunflower looks down as the darkness devours em'. The light is still shining ever so brigh...
