Monday, September 12, 2016

PRECARIOUS

MY SWEET JESUS,
YOU SEE THE PRECARIOUS
SITUATION
I SEEM TO SUDDENLY
FIND MYSELF IN.
YOU KNOW,
THOUGH,
THAT I'M NOT STRONG ENOUGH
FOR ALL OF THIS;
THIS BACKBITING
AND GOSSIPING
AND BEING HURT PHYSICALLY.
AND IT SEEMS AS IF THE WHOLE FAMILY
IS BLAMING ME OR NOT EVEN BELIEVING ME.
WHAT DO I DO?
WHAT CAN I SAY
TO THE NAYSAYERS?
SO I ASK FOR WISDOM,
THE RIGHT THING TO DO.
DO I JUST SIT BACK IN MY ROOM
AND PRAY THAT HE DOESN'T COME CRASHING
THROUGH THE DOOR
AND HURT ME MORE?
I KNOW THAT CAN'T BE YOUR WILL.
SO IF THESE SO-CALLED CHRISTIANS
WANT TO CONTINUE TO GOSSIP ABOUT ME,
THEN THAT'S ON THEM.
SO I WILL SIT HERE QUIETLY,
WRITE IN MY DIARY,
AND PRAY THAT YOUR WILL BE DONE
IN THIS PRECARIOUS SITUATION.
AND, O, YES,
JUST ONE MORE REQUEST.
COULD YOU PLEASE KEEP
YOUR MIGHTIEST, HIGHEST GUARDIAN ANGELS
AROUND MY FAMILY AND ME
UNTIL YOU CAN PROVIDE FOR US
TO LEAVE?
PLEASE?
FOR RIGHT NOW
I FEEL AS IF I'M LOCKED AWAY FOR LIFE
IN A DARK, SCARY, UNSAFE, LONELY PRISON.




JAMES 1:5
IF ANY OF YOU LACKS WISDOM,
YOU SHOULD ASK GOD
WHO GIVES GENEROUSLY WITHOUT FINDING FAULT,
AND IT WILL BE GIVEN TO YOU.






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