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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

Poetry

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

Songs For the Soul

♫Saturday Lyric for the Soul♫

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Ever heard a song and the lyrics fill every bit of your heart and soul? Each week, I’ll share the one that poured into me the most.

💛 “Jesus, can use me? I want you to use me…for your glory. Father, can you use me? I need you to use me…for your glory. Lord here I am.” 💛

✝ This song captures exactly how I felt when I started this blog. My prayer is that every word I write brings Him glory. ✝

Journal of a Journey

Faith through Fire – The Gift of Peace Through Any Trial

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The Breaking Point

The closer to God you get, the stronger the attack. And this past couple of weeks, the spiritual attack came at me with more force than I anticipated.

Yet, by the end of each night, I have been given peace to rest. Not because the pain stopped, but because God never left.

Finding peace in Him does not equate to your life being devoid of pain or struggles.

God left us the gift of His Word so that no matter what we feel or what we face, we are always reminded of Him, His presence, and His power.

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world, you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” – John 16:33 (NIV)

The past two weeks have been the hardest yet in this season of my life.

The weight of my current circumstances felt unbearable. My emotions – raw and overwhelming. My tears? Too many for one bottle—but not too many for God to hold.

“You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.” – Psalms 56:8 (NLT)

Trying to socialize left me feeling like a shell—ruminating over words said and guilt ridden that I couldn’t radiate the joy I thought I should.

But I’m learning that joy and pain can exist in the same body.

“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.” – Romans 8:18 (NKJV)

The Anchor

The gate is narrow and the road is hard, but enduring through life’s challenges while remaining faithful to Christ is worth it.

“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.” – James 1: 2-4. (NIV)

Even though my circumstances remain the same, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t thank God for giving me life and praise Him for all He has done!

“Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.” – Romans 5:3-4 (NIV)

And each day, He has gifted me with an overwhelming sense of peace, even if just for a moment.

In those moments, I am reminded that this season of life is temporary. That God’s plan is not to harm me. That I am loved and chosen, and that His power is made perfect in my weakness.

“But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” – 2 Corinthians 12:9 (NIV)

I surrender it all to Him daily!

Faith is not the absence of emotion; it’s where you choose to run when emotions overwhelm you. And I will run to Him every single time. For I know that with Him, all will be okay.

So, if you too have days that seem heavier, know that I see you;
more importantly, God sees you. And He sees your efforts to remain faithful.

Give it all to Him. Even if you don’t see the light today, trust in His love for you.

“For we walk by faith, not by sight” 2 Corinthians 5:7 (KJV)

Journal of a Journey

Directions that Only He Knows

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The direction of this blog is still unknown to me. What’s known is that I feel a deep need to write again, and for that, I’m grateful.

So far, it feels like an open journal of my journey with God. One filled with poems and words I’ve been unable to say out loud.

As I’ve continued to navigate this season of life, I’m learning so much about who I am within the body of Christ.

And I want to share that journey with others— the great parts, the bad, and the in-between.

Our God is great every single day. But as humans, every day isn’t a great day for us.

For a long time, I thought that as a Christian, allowing myself to feel anything other than the joy that God brings made me less faithful.

But I’m starting to believe that my responsibility as I continue this walk, is to show others that it’s okay to cry. It’s okay to have days when it all feels too heavy.

What’s important is that you continue to look to God through it all. God is truly near to the brokenhearted. (Psalm 34:18). He hears those who call on Him in truth. (Psalm 145:18)

My opinion? Remembering His strength and His power in those moments is a true act of faith.

What I’m learning is this: if you can find even a moment of peace in Him through the tears, you’re stronger than you think.

In my mind, if I can show the greatness of God when I’m standing in the rain, when I talk about the clouds clearing and the sun shining again, maybe you will see His greatness too.

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

Journal of a Journey

Waiting Season

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“If you pray for patience, be prepared for God to place you in situations where you won’t have a choice but to be.”

I heard someone say that once, and let me tell you—
It’s true.

I prayed for patience in one area of my life—work. That gave God the green light to test and grow my patience in every other aspect. And in ways I never expected.

This season of life has been trying, stretching, draining, grief-filled, and holy.

Through it all, God has not only been drawing me closer to Him— He’s using this time to mold me into the woman I said I wanted to become.

A woman who trusts in Him— in His plan, despite not understanding.
A woman whose faith is unwavering in the face of it all.
A woman who stops trying to bear the weight herself and gives it all to Him.
A woman whose faith is recognized through her peace.
A woman whose joy reflects the One she follows.

To become that woman, learning to have more patience is necessary.
Not the type of patience that simply waits, but the type that fully trusts while waiting.

I already see it happening.

I have faced many challenges throughout my life. While facing those challenges, I never saw the light at the end of the tunnel. I dwelt in the darkness.

I’ve always believed in God, but there is a difference between believing in Him and knowing Him.

Now that I know Him—His love—His promises, I don’t have to see the light to believe it’s there. I know it’s shining at the end, waiting for my remold to be complete.

Each day, I begin to recognize what it means to be still—
To hear his voice.
Allow Him to guide my steps.
And I realize He’s just been waiting for me, too.

“But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength. They shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.” – Isaiah 40:31

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.