The gospel shouts of the selfless love of the only God who gave his only son
So that I may have everlasting life.
The word who became flesh smiles
As he talks of his passion for all of mankind.
He buoyantly uncovers revelation
and new aspects of someone I can’t physically see.
But my heart knows.
He’s there.
While I sit in my cold dark room, covered with blankets of loneliness and pain.
I can’t go back, I’m not the same.
The loss is heart wrenching, but there’s no more shame.
And what of her?
I ask.
Why couldn’t I meet in the middle and compromise my moral values to find a happy medium of dependent love and lying to myself?
I thought she was the one.
I wanted to give her
My Forever.
Every kind act
Every tender
Whisper,
Be her
Strong supporter
All my hope,
In her
Ignoring the word,
“Sinner”
At least her arms are physical, and I don’t have to close my eyes to see her.
The word reassures me that I can trust him in this process.
I apologize once again.
Torn in my heart while being determined to stay on the road less traveled,
Just one more day.
Feeling the gaping loss
Along with those
battered and torn
cross
carriers that lay their crosses down and pick them up on repeat,
But they don’t quit
Walking the
Lit
Road
To Him.
It’s a serendipitous road of faithful lovers of God crying through pain
and laughing in victory,
all at the same time.
Their crowns hang low, their swords are held high,
And their voices fill
the sky
Saying, “By the blood of the lamb, we won’t love our lives
So much as to shrink from death!”
But death is what
I feel.
She’s gone and never coming back.
That’s real.
I chose to believe
The Bible over
What I feel.
I chose truth
Over my ideal.
Or rather, idol.
I chose to not shrink.
I chose a god I can’t see
Above a god that I made temporary.
But what did my choices without God get me?
Pain and anxiety.
Oh but to give God my trust…
To say, “I believe.”
I believe in the word who became flesh.
I believe his ways are good and holy.
I believe he’s worth it.
This transformation is not a waste of my time.
In the midst of pain,
his heart sees mine.
There’s hasn’t been a time
Where he removed his love. Though I have asked the same question
A hundred times,
and wanted what should have never been mine.
I walked the line
of the world’s way and his abundant life.
And still, he waited for me to become a faithful wife.
And
through the trial and heartache, he embeds my soul with resolved love,
With warmth like the sun covering my face on a summer day.
He suggests I keep walking this holy road and not run back to Egypt,
Where bondage strangled the freedom out of me,
Where Jesus’ voice
Was replaced with
Control and negativity
And
one thought comes to my mind.
He gave his only son for me.
For one reason,
true love.
There are no strings attached as he sits with me in the dark,
And holds my heart.
There is no condemnation as I slowly let go of what was and what if.
Only forgiveness.
There is only compassion from the friend that sticks closer than a brother
and the most intimate lover
Of my soul,
Patient while I turn over control.
So that I would fight the fight of faith and let him sit with me.
So that I can rise in my identity
As a bloodline daughter of divinity
Who roars at the enemy
And laughs when he flees to his dark cave
Where he sits in his own loneliness and pain,
Knowing his day is coming,
A day that will cast him into a fiery torment all by himself
Secluded from the power to ever torment again.
So that I can hear God’s voice say, “it’s worth it” as we gaze into eternity together,
holding our hearts between gripping
fingers,
while seeing the gospel save millions.
So that I can surrender and trust the word, that it’s truth and
Holy.
So that I can personally know the only god who gave his only son, intimately.
So that one day I can stand face to face confidently
Knowing I gave it all up for the one who gave his life for me.
And I will pick up my cross again and again so I can live free.
So that I can let Him crash in with peace.
So I can fall in love
With the one who
Can be
My everything
Without any ghosting
Or judgements attached,
Only healthy
Reciprocity.
So that I can finally receive what I’ve yearned for since I was just a girl.
True love.
The Rev12 Project is managed by:
Transformed Ministries
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www.transformedbygodslove.com
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