God showed up and closed a door—on a toxic situation. The Devil cringed and stepped aside—for further evaluation.
He’d watched my walk with God grow weak—and grinned with anticipation. Soon pushed his hand upon that door—and watched with determination.
I sensed no harm as I passed through—only a rush of motivation. All at once a cold wind blew—and I felt his domination.
The wreckage once behind that door—is still in operation. A question now I ask myself—do I choose Light or condemnation?
The silent hurt she felt inside, would one day leave it’s mark. Each hateful action, word and deed, was kindling yet to spark.
Until the day she made her plan, to end the throbbing pain. Her backpack full of weapons new, she stepped inside the train.
It traveled through a quiet town, her eyes began to search. She gazed upon a gathered crowd, outside a small white church.
Intrigued by what she witnessed there, got off to check things out. The pastor spoke with gentleness, but yet she had her doubt.
Determined to get answers quick, she walked up to the stage. And boldly asked to speak with him, in questioning her rage.
An interruption not ignored, but placed in Jesus’s hands. The pastor took the time to care, which changed this young girl’s plans.
She gave her life to Christ that day, no longer walks alone. May we hear the call to help someone, and vow not to postpone.
We gathered in the well-lit room, and fellowship ensued. Sweet voices filled the table space, and set a joyous mood.
Each chose a verse upon the page, a simple line or two. Then wrote down thoughts that stirred within, what Jesus vowed to do.
Some felt themselves as undeserved, and gently wiped a tear. Together learned our Savior’s grace, of promise over fear.
His Word for us had come to life, an anchor in any storm. A single verse we take with us, and watch our lives transform.
Divinely interrupt my life, dear Lord—You see a greater plan. Keep directing every step I take—Man’s salvation is at hand.
I may be tired, weak and broke—As I wait upon your call. Give me strength to see beyond myself—As I serve them one and all.
Your love for me is it has no measure—Keep my laziness at bay. I will welcome your diversion now—For your glory lights the way.
At a distance our lives were much the same—in this small town place that we call home. Each day was filled with carefree fun—well protected by an unseen dome.
At a distance we partied, lived and laughed—at times quite reckless I would say. The future was still a far off blur—at what would eventually come our way.
At a distance we chose the ones we loved—to share our lives throughout each day. Our families grew as our behaviors did too—though at some point we’d lost our way.
At a distance our lives would slowly crumble— trying to bury the pains from yet our past. When our emotions overwhelmed us—we hid behind a front that would not last.
At a distance we admitted much defeat—our lives became a chaotic mess. It’s then we reached for help instead—and through the fog found others whom we could bless.
At a distance now we stand no more—each path and journey divinely placed. Our lives were once destruction bound—but stronger now in spite of what we’ve faced.
Let’s journey boldly with each new day—a second chance to us be given. To right the wrongs and at peace we’ll be—living joyous, free and forgiven.