Holding Back

Holding Back
2 April 2009

What are the things I can not see?
The things that hold me back?
Show me the dark places hiding in my soul,
The hidden closets where secrets like to go.
Expose them with gentleness and wash them away.
Bring light to the darkness in my heart.
Bring light oh Lord and make me clean!

Response:

I adore you my child! I am here for you. I have already washed you clean with the blood of my son! Live in that freedom of being clean. You have been reborn and made new! Live in the freedom you already have!!! Your closets have already been opened and cleaned. I have already washed you and made you pure! You were born into me not into sin! Live in me not the bondage of a lie!

Your Daddy

Let him Go

Let him Go
31 March 2009

Let Him go my child,
Let Him go.

I gave him to you for a little while
To teach you who I am.

Let Him go little child,
Let Him go.

You have learned what I wanted him to teach you,
Now it is my turn to step in.

Let him go little child,
Let him go.

You have grown
And many lessons have you learned.

Let him go my daughter,
Let him go.

Trust in me now,
Learn from my teachings.

Let him go my daughter,
I am here!

Small Voice

Small Voice

31 March 2009

I know you hear me but are you listening?

You ask me questions but seldom do you listen to my answers.

I would like to share my life with you but I’m not sure how.

How can you know who I am if the words I say are lost among your thoughts?

Am I speaking to softly?

I’m sure that can not be the case.

I will keep trying to answer you but I don’t know how long I can talk to you while your hands are over your ears.

I learn that intimacy comes with being fully known by another and finding significance in that relationship.

I want you to fully know me but I need you to take your hands off your ears and listen.

I am hear wanting to be fully known, are you ready to listen to my small voice?

Shame

Shame
31 March 2009

In her mind she sat in the corner with her knees pulled to her chin held there tightly with crossed arms. Usually her head was collapsed on the top with her eyes squeezed shut trying to trap the tears from escaping. She felt safe and untouchable in this place. If she hid her eyes from seeing others then maybe they could not see her. She couldn’t see the truth in who she was, instead she hid her beauty in hope that no one would see. She felt weak alone and untalented. The lies had crept in and tangled themselves into the truth like a poisonous vine. Her shame went deeper than she realized as she tried to drown out reality. She was covered in so much undeserved shave she could hardly stand. She dare not cry in fear of being heard and forced to leave her imaginary corner. Little did she know her corner was filled with people doing the same thing. All tangled together in the lies, yet none of them had any idea because they all feared to look up.