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Poetry

Walking in Obedience

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Last week, I shared how God has been calling me to be faithful with my writing and to use my words to honor Him.

Today, I want to follow through on that obedience by sharing a poem that He placed on my heart. It’s a reflection on what it really means to be obedient to Christ.

Walking in Obedience

Walking with Christ isn’t easy.
It’s on you to say yes or no.
It’s an everyday choice to choose
which path you will follow.

It’s bearing the weight of your cross.
Surrendering wants while the Spirit leads.
Hearing, accepting, and embracing
the call to plant His seeds.

It’s trusting in His will.
Though His will may bring you pain.
It’s enduring through the suffering
for the perseverance you will gain.

It’s letting go without looking back,
Refusing to follow society’s way.
It’s seeking the Kingdom before all.
And deciding to submit and obey.

It’s remembering the blood He shed.
To offer forgiveness for our sins.
Honoring His sacrifice daily;
by listening to the Spirit within.

Then he said to them all: “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me” – Luke 9:23

Journal of a Journey · Poetry

Proof of a Healer

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Our God truly is a healer, and my writing proves that.

I’ve always known that God is a healer, but it wasn’t until I reread some of my older poetry that I realized His healing hands have always been present in my life.

I used to live in my mind. Constantly battling negative thoughts and feeling as if I was losing the battle.

And although I am extremely blessed in life, I have faced storms that I didn’t always know how to navigate.

Years ago, I was not seeking God in the same way I am now. I didn’t rely on Him in the same way that I do now.

And it shows.

This next poem was written years ago, during one of those trying times. The version of myself who wrote this poem would be so happy for and so proud of the woman who writes now.

Most importantly, she would be so grateful for and thank God for His healing power. With Him we won the war!

If you’ve read any of the previous poems I have shared on this blog, I think you’ll understand exactly what I mean.

Inside the Cell

This isn’t prison
Prisoners know why they’re there –
And when they’ll leave
This?
This is something else.
This cell has no escape.
No true reason for existing.
And yet it’s so very real.

The walls of the cell whisper your failures in your ear,
constantly.
Leaving you awake
to watch the ceiling lower itself
until you’re forced
to use every ounce of strength
to keep it from crushing you.
The pressure.
Eventually, the ceiling rises

But suddenly, the air grows thin
You grip your chest as you struggle to breathe
But, oxygen soon returns.

Before you have the chance to relax
You begin sinking
The ground beneath you; quicksand.
You realize;
there will always be something to fight

With no idea as to why you’re stuck in this
cycle
panic strikes

And all hope is gone.

The ground returns to normal.
But the panic remains.
Sometimes, it consumes
And even though the threats are gone
And all seems well again
The fear, the tears, the pain all remain

You bury your emotions,
Plant a smile
And wait for your next battle

This is my anxiety.
This cell is my mind
I am at war with myself
And I’m fighting every day.

“But I will restore you to health and heal your wounds, declares the Lord.” Jeremiah 30:17

Poetry

Chosen

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Through it all, God has been faithful, and His presence never left.
It’s an incredible feeling to be known and loved by the One who chose me first.
I tried to capture that feeling with this poem.

To Be Chosen By You.

It’s overwhelming, to say the least

To never have to question it
For I’m certain Your love is true.

To know Your presence will remain
No matter what I’m going through.

I submerge myself in living water
And am made clean in Your view.

And learn that after years of searching
My identity is found in You.

To know that giving You my heart
Is all I ever had to do.

To stop trying to fill a void
And finally be made new.

It’s overwhelming, to say the least

To be chosen by You.

Poetry

To Be Held by You

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Sometimes we just want to be reminded that we’re still safe, still seen, still loved—especially in a world that feels anything but gentle.

Held

Like a newborn baby
swaddled in a soft blanket—
comforted,
protected,
secure.
A glimpse
of how it feels
to be loved by God.

You’ve outgrown the blanket,
But in a world not your own—
you remain held
in the arms of the Father.

“He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.”
— Psalm 91:4

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Prepared to Wait

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The longer I wait, the more peace He gives.

My circumstances haven’t changed, but this week hasn’t felt so heavy. And for that— I’m thankful.

The flames are still present, but faith does not burn. It refines.

I wrote this poem on a day I realized I could no longer bear the weight myself. I’m sharing it now, during a moment of peace, knowing I never had to.

Weighted to Wait

At first, I carried it in my hands,
then my shoulders joined the fight.
Now the weight rests on my chest,
and I search for strength each night.

Down on my knees in prayer,
begging for strength to get through.
Drowning in guilt at how heavy it feels—
even while trusting in You.

Having faith is my reality.
Yet this ache is just as real.
Are You displeased with my sadness?
Am I not allowed to feel?

Tell me, are You disappointed—
in every tear that I cry?
I wonder if I’m strong enough,
but I never question why.

For I recognize Your greatness
within every breath I take.
This battle is preparation—
My suffering, no mistake.

Satan’s working overtime,
trying to weigh me down with shame.
But my tears are being collected,
so still, I’ll exalt Your name.

I’ll wield the sword of the Spirit
to endure this pressing weight.
I hand this battle over to You.
As I sit, be still, and wait.

“The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, To the soul who seeks Him. It is good that one should hope and wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord.” – Lamentations 3:25-26

Poetry

As He Did For Me

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As this storm rages, I anchor my trust in Him. I wait patiently and rest knowing that He is the Prince of Peace.

As He Did for Me

He continued to call out my name
His voice drowned out by my anxiety.
He made His presence known
He watched ever so patiently.
As I found myself lost in thoughts
He shone His light so that I could see.
And while I am in this storm
I’ll wait for Him as He waited for me.
For I know just who He is
And so still, I shall be.
Filled with unwavering faith,
I trust in Him completely.
That faith is more than enough—
It is truly what set me free.
My God is bigger than it all
He is the path to peace within me.

“Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord!” – Psalm 27:14

More than Writer’s Block
Poetry

More than Writer’s Block

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A poetic reflection on frozen words awaiting divine guidance.

When the Pen Stilled

Watch as it happens.
The hand glides over the paper
Pen in hand
Like a bird in effortless flight

Ink soaks deep into the page
transferring emotions with every stroke
And with every stroke,
The writer escapes–
away from the noise of the world
Into a truth of their own making

The page flips
The words continue to flow
Onto this sacred space

But suddenly–
The pen stops.

Not because there is nothing left to say,
But because the soul is listening–
Searching for where God wants to speak next.

Poetry

Sharing My Sacred Space

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Yes, I feel called to share my writings with others. However, I do so with much hesitation. For the most part, since I was small, my poetry has always been for me. But what’s a poetry blog without poetry, right?

So first up, a poem that reflects both my need to write and my need for Him.

Sacred Space

Ink sinks slowly into the page
as steady words begin to flow.
This is where I meet with God
The only truth I need to know

Each line a whispered prayer.
Each tear, a silent plea
This page becomes my altar,
Where His peace washes over me.

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Over the years, a page has been the safest space for my emotions to land. Whether I’m writing about love and heartbreak, family, my battle with anxiety, or my love for God, I have always put it all onto the page.

As I walk with God and deepen my relationship with Him, I find that when I write, I can be the most vulnerable version of myself – and truthfully, vulnerability has never been my strong suit.

So, this is the beginning of me letting you all into my Bre-ality. 😉

The page will forever be my sacred space. What’s yours? Where do you feel safest to be your truest self?

“Trust in Him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to Him, for God is our refuge.” – Psalm 62:8