THANK YOU, MY SWEET JESUS

THANK YOU FOR HEALING ME,
MY SWEET JESUS.
YOU TOOK THE PAIN AWAY.
THE PAIN IN MY TUMMY.
TMI?
I CUT OUT EVIL GLUTENE
AND SUGAR TOO.
I'VE JUST BEEN DRINKING
TONS OF HALF PURE FRUIT
AND HALF PURE VEGETABLE JUICE
AND LOTS OF WATER, TOO.
IT MAY BE DIFFICULT
FOR ME TO GET AROUND
BECAUSE OF THE THORN IN MY BACK
AND TO BET BACK UP
WHEN I MAKE THE WRONG DECISION
TO SIT WAY DOWN LOW.
BUT THANK YOU, MY SWEET JESUS,
FOR MY SWEET SON,
WHO IS VERY TALL AND STRONG
KINDA LIKE SAMSON.
YOU SEE, I LIKE TO GET OUTSIDE
WHEN THEY LET ME OUT OF
MY LONELY DUNGEON.
(I'M ALL ALONE IN THERE
MOST OF THE TIMES.)
I LOVE TO FEEL THE SWEET AIR
ON MY FACE AND LOOK INTO
THE BEAUTIFUL SKY AND THE CLOUDS AND WONDER HOW YOU CAN SEE ME
AND WISH I COULD SEE YOU.
I USUALLY SIT DOWN
IN THE ENTRANCE
TO OUR LIVING ROOM
WAY DOWN ON THE FLOOR,
MY LONG SKINNY LEGS STRETCHED
OUT, MY BIG FEET IN MY PINK FUZZY
SLIPPERS THAT YOU JUST BLESSED ME
WITH BECAUSE I'VE BEEN PURGINGIN IN PREPARATION FOR OUR SOON MOVE, ACCORDING TO WHAT
MY SWEET JESUS HAS TOLD ME.
RESTING ON THE GROUND OUTSIDE.


SO, WHERE WAS I?
O, YES. SORRY.
SO THIS NOT EATING SOLID FOOD
THING? IT'S BEEN HELPING ME
FEEL A LITTLE BETTER,
ESPECIALLY NOW THAT I FIT
INTO A SIZE FOUR.
I GOT DIZZY...DUH..
AND FELL.
I THOUGHT AT FIRST
I HAD HURT MY HEAD.
BUT AS IT TURNS OUT,
IT WAS MY RIGHT ARM,
OF COURSE.
SO, I'VE BEEN LYING HERE,
WAY BACK IN THE BACK
FOR ABOUT A WEEK OR TWO DAYS,
ETERNITY IT SEEMS
NEEDING SO BADLY
TO GET INTO WORDS
THAT EXPLODING TORPEDO
THAT THAT TRIED TO DESTROY
MY LIFE AND
THAT FRACTURED
EVERYTHING INTO SMITHEREENS,
(NO, I AM NOT A DRAMA QUEEN.)


I ASK GOD
DAILY,
TO PLEASE, PRETTY PLEASE
TAKE THIS THORN FROM MY SIDE,
AND HIS ANSWER?
"ISN'T MY GRACE
SUFFICENT FOR YOU, SHERRIE,
BECAUSE IT WAS
FOR THE APOSTLE PAUL."
SO, I TRY SO HARD
TO CONTINUE HOBBLING FORWARD.
I NEVER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE
THOUGHT THIS WOULD HAPPEN TO ME.
LORD, YOU KNOW MY PAST,
SO WHY AGAIN,
WHY MORE,
WHAT HAVE I DONE WRONG?
YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU,
DON'T YOU?
AND I TRY TO PUT YOU FIRST
EVERY DAY.
I KNOW I'M NOT PERFECT,
SUCH A SINNER AM I.
BUT I TRY.
I JUST FEEL SO FROZEN,
TRAPPED BACK IN THIS DUNGEON.
I WANT TO RUN ANYWHERE,
HIDE, LOCK SEVERAL DOORS
BETWEEN HIM AND ME
AND NEVER RETURN.
BUT MY ONE AND ONLY OPTION?
TO CONTINUE,
TO STAND ON THIS SOLID ROCK,
ROOTS DEEPLY SUNK.
I SHALL SWAY
THIS WAY AND THAT
IN THIS HURRICANE
THAT IS MADE OF BOTH
DARKNESS
AND LIGHT.
BUT I KNOW
AS LONG AS I HANG ON TO YOU.
I WILL BE SAFE
IN THE SHADOW OF YOUR WINGS.

PSALM 17:8

KEEP ME AS THE APPLE OF YOUR EYE; HIDE ME IN THE SHADOW OF YOUR WINGS.