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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 […]

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my failings once again

This morning

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. 

Directions.

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 

Fmf: help.
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.

emptying with me

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.

forgive me

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.

forsaking not her longing heart

  

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.

you alone save me 

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.