Jesus in the Storm

As I was thinking over our current situation, for a moment I was stuck in the situation. I let it overcome me, consume me and drown me. The storm is raging and Satan is pulling out all the stops. He wants to tip the boat, he wants me to fear and worry and all those negative feelings that will consume me. Then I was drawn to Matthew. In Matthew 8, Jesus calms the storm that everyone was worried and fearful over, and He says, "why are you afraid? You have so little faith." Then in Matthew 14, the disciples are in trouble in the midst of a storm and Jesus walks on water towars them. If we have Jesus, the storm cannot drown us. It cannot consume us, because Jesus is on top of the storm. He is literally walking on it and He is the peace in the storm. My situation does not define me if my definition comes from Jesus. He says to us, "Don't be afraid. Take courage, I am here." He will never leave us or forsake us. He is right there in the storm with us, but He already has seen the outcome. All we need to do is give Him control and have faith the size of a mustard seed.

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There is

There is,
Hidden deep inside,
A sensitivity kept
Locked away.
There is
A part of her
Longing to escape
To be free.
She loves with all
Her heart, yet
Keeps her love well
Hidden and
Locked away.
Pain has ruled her
For far too long.
Fear has buried her
Inside herself.
Hidden beneathe the
Walls of her heart lies
A place where only you belong.

Wish

I wish i could tell you,
How you make me feel.
I wish I could feel your
Lips on mine, feel your
Hand in mine.
I wish you could
Know the love I feel for you
Thats held deep inside.
My wish is that I could
Be bold enough to trust,
To give my heart to you,
To push my fear aside and
Just love you.

Silent Night

In  the pale light of the moon

she sits. 

The stillness of the night

surrounds her. 

The sky filled with

stars, the moon 

and mystery. 

Her heart in pieces, 

her mind

a mess of thoughts

and feelings, 

yet she sits 

and she ponders 

while staring up 

at the moon and stars. 

As she weeps so do the 

moon and stars, 

as they shine down upon 

this weeping heart. 

As the coolness of the night 

settles around her

she smiles 

sadly

throwing out a simple 

request to the 

wind, the stars, 

the moon, the earth, 

to the heavens, and to God 

above, to anyone

who will listen,

for this pain to end, 

for this heartbreak to mend. 

She doesn't want 

to move, 

she doesn't want to 

stay. 

The silence of the night 

envelopes her, 

wraps her in its beauty 

and mystery. 

Surrounding her, 

calling to her. 

She just sits and longs 

for the one 

who held her hand 

so sweetly, 

who held her when 

she tired

and who she thought

loved her 

unconditionally. 

Who's that Girl

The girl in the 

mirror is unknown to me. 

I don't recognize the

face looking back at me. 

She's stronger

than she used to be. 

She's fighting 

for the first time in her life

for something that

she dearly loves. 

She's letting her anger 

be known, 

She is not hiding her

pain. 

This girl that is 

letting people in, 

is not one 

I know. 

She's tougher, 

she's a 

bit meaner, 

she is stronger than 

she used to be. 

This girl 

who is she? 

No one around her 

knows 

this girl looking 

back at me in the mirror. 

She's not afraid to 

say what she wants, 

to go after what she needs, 

to walk away

if the situation calls. 

Who is she, 

she looks familiar 

but the look in 

her eyes is not the same. 

There is something 

new, she can't name. 

Gone is the timid 

little girl 

hiding herself from 

the world. 

Gone are the tears 

streaking down her face. 

Gone is the girl that 

used to look back 

at her and shy away 

from her own 

image. 

She is in control 

she is angry, 

she is in love, 

she is fighting for her life. 

She's not holding back 

for the first time

in her life. 

For the first time, 

she feels alive. 

Take it...

Take it. 

It is yours to keep. 

It is filled

with all the love I feel for you. 

It is fragile, 

it is weak 

and it holds all the tears 

I cried for you. 

Take it, 

hold on to it and 

know that 

with this you are

loved beyond 

measure. 

Take it and keep it. 

It holds the hurt

you caused, 

the pain I no longer 

want to feel. 

Take it, 

without you, 

I don't need it. 

It will never be the same. 

Take it, 

all the broken pieces

and shattered dreams it contains. 

Take it

and know that 

it belongs only to you. 

Take it

because I don't want it. 

It reminds me only

of 

memories I no longer need

if we are no longer

together. 

Remember though, 

that there is 

love in this for you. 

Pure, sweet, 

true love, 

that you do deserve, 

even though I know you 

think you don't. 

Take it, 

cherish it, 

hold on to it, 

and think of us. 

For everything I love and hold 

dear is kept right 

there 

in that heart of mine. 

The coldness 

is felt. 

The bitterness of 

tears falling and darkness 

settling in. 

The icy wind 

blows through her, 

causing her 

pain. 

There is no pain 

she can feel 

greater 

than the loss 

of you. 

In a moment 

she 

pushes past the door 

and rushes 

into the cold. 

Falling to her knees

she cries out 

to anyone who 

will listen. 

The cold 

falls over her 

like a blanket 

wrapping her up in 

its misery and 

chill. 

She clings to the thought

and holds it 

close to her heart. 

Waiting for you, 

waiting for love, 

In the lonliness of the night 

she miss him and 

longs to reach out for him

who is not 

there. 

She aches for him to 

hold and tell 

her they will be okay, 

This too shall 

pass and they will 

be stronger for it. 

A small voice tries to 

make her weak, 

tries to 

tell her she has lost

and yet she fights. 

She fights for 

them, 

she holds on 

for them. 

Even when that 

voice 

tells her to let go, 

she holds on. 

She can't let 

go

because once she does

she loses 

herself.