Started at the top
Thrown to the bottom
Rose up through the middle
Healing the sorrowful memories from yesteryears
A little child forever inside
With the laughter of a world free and clear of the burdens
For she has seen visions of air
Grace and Faith go hand-in-hand
For her well is never dry
Tears fall from her eyes as if she needed to taste the salt of the sea to be alive
In peaceful silent she sits
Waiting for the ground to shake
Waking those looking for light
Truth she speaks with a flare of amusement…
Music she sees
In movements of words
She is art and all its delights
Won’t you wake for her tonight
A smile she gives
A little giggle
A shy grin
When you meet her lift her up
Give her all she desires
For her soul is also with yours.
Just awake from a short nap. The dream I awoke from should have been seriously scary during yet I made it through.
I was shot in the neck. We were at a big extended family party of sorts. As I was walking by the garage a hooded man raised a gun. Next I was reaching for my neck As i could feel the warmth of the blood. My neck felt hard as it pulsed. The blood like thick hot goo as it gushed down my arm. I remember think “aww shit, well this sucks”.
Remi (one of my children) ended up dancing by, he saw me and instantly ran for help. Things turned cartoony as it showed “what happens when a child goes for help”…. it showed him dancing around a playground, jumping over obstacles, kinda of silly. As it was a dream.
I was unable to yell or talk above a whisper.
I tried texting others for help but the auto correct kept changing my words to emojis. (Poop and cow) 🤦♀️
Then my mom came out and she had her brave face on, yet doubtful. I was the one who tried to reassure her I wasn’t going to die, typical me. She cried as she prayed over me. I kept thinking, hello I’m fine I could just use some blood and all will be okay it’s just a little hole in my neck.
My vision was going in and out as if lights were being flickered. My chest started getting tight as my breaths were getting shorter. I knew I needed to stay awake as I kept my finger in my neck. Where was the ambulance and why does shit like this all ways happen to me, I just wanted a cold drink from the plethora of coolers. 😊
I awoke as if I pulled myself from under the concrete. That feel of being hit by a bus , nah…. smooshed would be the more accurate feeling. I would say this was a nightmare but I wasn’t scared, wasn’t worried, just more frustrated from all the little quirks happening not allowing for help to come. Freaky… umm yeah just a bit. Strange Monday this be.
Be safe !!!
Ever have one of those days where change is a mandatory action that is so badly needed?..
Yeah, had one of those and this was the result. The only change that seemed doable was the release of the yolks for breakfast, but then my eggs seemed to take form into a visual reminder of my mood. 😏 anywho… this too shall pass.
In John 10:27 Jesus says, “My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.” There are many voices competing to shape us. There is your own voice, the enemy’s voice, the voice of the world, and the voice of God. His voice is the only one that matters! The creation cannot name itself, only the creator has that right. You have a loving Father who knows exactly who you are and why He made you. Paul writes in 2 Corinthians 10:5, “We take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ,” so ask the Father to identify where the world, the enemy, or even you, have wrongly defined who you are and then replace that lie with truth. Only one voice should define you, the voice of the Father. A good way to determine if a thought does not align with God’s word is to measure it against something that you would say to a friend. You would never tell your friend that they are worthless, that God doesn’t love them, or that they are beyond the Lord’s rescue, so why would you think any of that could be true of you? Through His word, allow God to help you identify and extinguish those lies with the truth of what He thinks about you. No other voice should define you, but that of your Father’s.