The Mental Wilderness
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This is a poetic excerpt written by me during a time of deep wilderness and uncertainty after having just newly been saved by the blood of Jesus. Still navigating and figuring out this life, this piece was graphically depicted from a spiritual/mental state of mind/being. As the language described was not in a literal physical act or place per say, but rather a mental arena. With my spiritual eyes having been opened I picked up my pen and allowed the Holy Spirit to guide my hand and flow through me. Reading this piece back almost 5 years later, there is much rich knowledge and understanding in this brief text of my time in a season of wilderness, overcoming mental bondage through the revelation of the blood of Jesus the Christ. Upon reading this excerpt (written on July 22, 2021 at 1:04 time stamped by the app), for the first time again on today, May 16, 2025 I was led to leave this in its entirety exactly as is-grammatical happenings and all! Whether right or wrong, I felt led of the Holy Spirit of God to keep this as real and as raw as possible, not placing my now delivered heart onto it-potentially reducing the congruent effects within this peace, that you reading this now may need to hear. God brought me through this and into Blessings and Expansion. So, take courage, be encouraged and remain blessed; trusting, that through, by and in Christ Jesus, it does get better. There is deliverance. There is no mental bondage to steep, neither is there any yoke, chain nor shackle that can stop the King, our great shepherd for coming for and saving his lost sheep. Remain encouraged, and be blessed.
With the power, love and new found authority in Christ Jesus, Amen!
Love,
Simply Swee
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