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My friend, Megan is looking for someone who can help draw pictures for her comic book…if interested send a message her way.☺️
Hey guys! So! I’m gonna throw this out there, and you don’t have to respond, but I hope this gets me a good answer! I’m looking for someone who draws very well, and would be interested in drawing for my comic book/perhaps graphic novella? I don’t think the person I asked beforehand is going to be […]
I read the psalm,
& a song plays in
my head: some trust
in chariots, some trust
in horses. But we will trust
in the name of the LORD. and
I think of how much I need Your
help, LORD. Send reinforcements.
Guidance. Wisdom. For as I
sit here alone in the silence
I feel the anxiety rise; anxiety
I need consolation from. I am
tired of the voices in my head
repeating the chorus of
I love this prompt today. I’ve been begging God for some this week. Or rather, gentleness. What I love while I beg is the way I’m suddenly desiring to talk to him a lot. Sit with him even if I only utter thoughts, or seriously nervous. He is bringing a lot to the forefront lately.
One of those things: I’m afraid of him. So very, very afraid. I want to know him but if he gives me opportunity, I’m so hesitant, I second guess everything. Which I think is why, this psalm came up today.
But we will trust in the name of the LORD.
Can’t get it out of my head.
above me rests
a clear blue sky
& puffy clouds,
same as my eyes
from a night coming
into morning, weeping
over your love. God,
how you came through
the wilderness in my mind,
blue sash walking out from
fog, without word.
sitting down, a flash
illuminates scar against
your cheek–the world
gave you, me. your
hair touches your eye.
sweat, no, tears fall,
i still love you. i can’t
leave you, no matter
what you do to me.
& then all goes
black. i pray: father,
who is in Heaven,
hallowed be your name.
your kingdom come,
your will be done
on earth as it is in
Heaven. give us
this day our daily bread
& forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who
trespasss against us.
& lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil. for
yours is the power & glory
forever & ever. amen.
my soul trembles beneath
the weight of your light
entering my soul, mirroring
white out the window.
here’s what i know—
i shouldn’t be shocked
i’m stuck, because i’d
rather be praised by man,
than believe i’m right with You.
so, i do what comes easy, run
away, hide, beg not be touched,
but plead answer to decision
i can’t make—school or a job.
i can hear voices in the back of
my head, you have to do something.
outside of the home. you can’t sit here.
i say i don’t want to do Your will—read
this book & allow Your love to dismantle
the Baal i cling. my next thought: God,
i cant be an English major if i don’t
desire read any other books than
the ones i’m lead to & let’s not
forget how i hoard them.
You whisper, do this small.
& i worry about how i am
not succeeding, not the
golden child i’ve claimed
be—i want to handle more,
i cannot, i’m weak.
Today I need to remind myself this truth. That when I’m crying, he listens. Even if I feel he’s left me as the psalm suggests. He’s there in the stillness of my heart as I fall apart, continuously asking for help. He’s not shoving off my hurt or giving me a scorning look. He’s letting me feel, so he draws nearer still.
come flood me, God-
not in grievances aplenty,
but joy you’ve sent to find me.
i am naked beyond skin & rib
you took from sleeping Adam,
forming Eve, a woman tasting
bitter apple to become like you.
Knowing good & evil is a high
price to pay, when your son goes
on bended to pray for me.
Father, he whispers, hallowed be
your name, your kingdom come,
your will be done on earth (within
her), as it is in Heaven (where her
grandma resides beside me). Give
her this day her daily bread (peace I
leave & that of wheat she eats with
family) & forgive her trespasses as
she forgives those who trespass
against her. Lead her not into belief
of only dark, but deliver her from he
who haunts her dreams. For yours is
the power & the glory forever. Amen.
Your son says these words until all
evil words: you should never open
your mouth, Julia. You won’t get
better. Don’t you pay attention to
your nightmares? No one is there
to save you. There is only death.
Why else do you think everything
goes black? Jesus save you? And
you want to help other people when
you can’t help you? Oh please.
until the peace transcends
understanding pools inside my heart;
guilt receding condemnation always
asking me believe less than I pray.