MY STORY
I had to go through it,
It wasn't my choice,
Nobody knew.
I'm screaming inside,
Try to hide the pain.
Like a bad dream,
Yet I couldn't wake up,
It wouldn't end.
I'm so confused,
I feel guilty,
Like it's my fault,
But is it?
Jesus my comfort,
Was always right there,
Holding my hand,
Through thick and thin.
I lived through my nightmare,
But not alone,
Jesus was my refuge,
He pulled me through.
This is My Story.
I had to go through it,
It wasn't my choice,
Nobody knew.
I'm screaming inside,
Try to hide the pain.
Like a bad dream,
Yet I couldn't wake up,
It wouldn't end.
I'm so confused,
I feel guilty,
Like it's my fault,
But is it?
Jesus my comfort,
Was always right there,
Holding my hand,
Through thick and thin.
I lived through my nightmare,
But not alone,
Jesus was my refuge,
He pulled me through.
This is My Story.
This is one of the very first poems I ever wrote. At the time I wrote this I was looked at one painful time in my life as the core event in my life. I let this event and troubling time in my life define me. God and this event defined me. Yes, I thought I had it figured out. God defined me as well as this "time" that helped shape me into who I am. I have looked at it this way for years until a short while ago. I was talking to a very good friend of mine about this particular time in my life. I stated, "so that's my story" and my friend (who I am not going to quote directly due to the fact that I don't remember what was said word for word) made it clear to me that this wasn't my story. It was only the beginning, it had been the introduction of my life, the prologue. God works in numerous ways, ones that we cannot even begin to imagine or understand. God used my friends simple statement to redefine how I approach and view my life. I see now that the major event(s) in My Story may still take place. God is the editor of My Story and He couldn't have done a better job.
Jeremiah 29:11
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
You write beautifully girl. I know the words come from deep pain but your poems express beauty from ashes. The Lord has given you a great gift with the written word, thank you for blessing others. Your story IS and WILL BE beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Chessa
Thank You! You and your words are so encouraging!
ReplyDeleteThat is so incredibly impacting. I'm learning some of those things too. It's so hard not to shape the definition of ourselves the way the people or culture around us do, even the Christian people or the Christian world around us. We so badly get it wrong sometimes. My identity and view of myself has to be wrapped up all alone in the way God defines me. In His definition of who I am is freedom and beauty and joy. Don't you love the Tenth Ave North song about this topic? You Are More. We're more than the worst events that happen in our lives. Oh, and do you know Mercy Me's song called Beautiful? That song so clearly reminds me of how God defines me. I soak it up. My heart's so thirst for those words.
ReplyDeleteOh, my goodness! I'm loving getting to know you through your blog!!!
Hugs.