@heartathome @ENKELI @Realness @Appleblossom @tyme
About Rubbish
Rubbish — ever been bagged as rubbish?
Rubbish — and thrown out with it?
Rubbish — been the smell up everyone’s nose?
Rubbish — what everyone wanted rid of?
Rubbish — taken down to the tip?
Rubbish — without value to anyone?
Rubbish — believed about yourself?
About Gold
Gold — has it ever lost its lustre within you?
Gold — has it ever ceased to have value?
Gold — has it ever not remained itself?
Gold — has it ever been untrue because of you?
Gold — has it ever not endured the fire?
Gold — has it ever not survived what buried it?
Gold — can it ever stop being gold?
@heartathome i found that if our hearts are not humble we can no hear The Voice of our Saviour inside our life. Jesus Himself also shows this the Pharisee comparing himself with others, versa, the tax-collector knowing he needed grace.
Rather short on sleep, only 2 hours last night. Sleep deprived is making it so hard to rest my mind.
@ENKELI @Realness @Appleblossom @tyme @Shaz51
Meeting Jesus
My inability to change forces me to meet Jesus eye to eye.
Blushing shame from my own nakedness slowly creeps.
Yet I know the accuser is the father of the rulers of the lie,
And now a bitter harvest this fallen angel in me reaps.
Come see the weeds within my heart consumed by fire.
“Can you remember when greed held your hand?”
Awakened, I hear my faithful Saviour speak to me.
“When you refused true love have you make a stand,
And searched for life in things so hollow and weak?”
His mercy burns while my false hunger falls away.
A fiery ending best reveals such an inner fate.
Of all the works of selfishness I carried deep within.
Rejected now in sorrow and laid to utter waste,
Its power collapsing under truth’s clear gaze again.
Now a ruler of old is stripped slowly of his throne.
“Those moments you fed only good to yourself?”
His gentle voice sees all that lives inside of me.
No hatred there — no crushing condemnation felt —
Yet the pride i had in myself soon begins to leave.
Falling down a tunnel without end I go.
“But beloved child, why follow such emptiness?”
His urgent words pull me back from calamity.
“How much fear hid beneath your selfishness?
Come now, let truth move through your personality.
Take on a gentler way of seeing, like Me.”
Gratefully I receive the gift He offers me:
A humble heart awakening in my chest.
No longer chained to greed’s captivity,
My Heavenly Friend, please never cease
Filling every part of me with Yourself.
Never did I deserve such kindness.
Still Your goodness meets me deep.
I have failed in oh so many ways,
Yet lovingly You continue calling me.
Oh how I long forever in You to be.
@tyme @ENKELI @Realness @heartathome @Appleblossom
How are you all doing?
Awoke very depressed which resulted into bad trauma memories. However not feeling to badly at the moment.
My Lies Believed His Truth Released
I believed many lies about myself as a child.
I was afraid
I was not good enough to be.
That was what the voices would say,
not seeing truth,
only hearing fear speak
through the darkness surrounding me.
Through many storms,
the lies I lived
became familiar.
The lie dressed itself as a sheep,
offering protection behind its shields,
promising safety if I heeded its voice,
promising certainty
when my world felt uncertain,
promising answers
that never truly arrived.
The lie whispered:
"You are alone."
So I built walls,
each lie another stone,
protecting me from invaders
that seldom existed.
"You are unwanted."
So I hid my heart,
longing for love
that could not penetrate
the fortress fear had built.
"You must fight."
So I sharpened anger
into my battle axe,
calling rage my strength,
while good life quietly died.
Years passed.
The lies I lived
grew into my shadow.
Heavy chains became my clothing,
while a stranger's voice
slowly became like my own.
Yet my buried truth
kept knocking.
Not with strength or violence.
Not with accusation or blame.
Not with angry or hateful speech.
Only a gentle knocking
through sleepless nights,
through my tears,
through confusion,
through years of wandering lost.
Calling.
Calling.
Calling.
For when we believe lies,
we cannot hear the voice of truth.
All my life truth spoke truly,
yet I did not heed it.
Blind to see prisoners set free.
Deaf to hear true love say:
"I love you."
Yet when at last
I opened the door
of my hiding place,
I found no enemy standing there
to knock me down.
Rather,
I realised truth
was offering me
the freedom
to let love be.
The truth of my life lived
revealed to me
the child beneath my fears,
the grief beneath my rage,
the longing beneath my striving.
Truth met me in my desert
and slowly began transforming me.
The lies did not leave at once.
They loosened.
One wound uncovered.
One fear released.
One tear at a time.
Until I saw,
looking back,
the lies had never been
my true life.
Yet my shadow seemed much larger
when I kept looking backward
from the rising Sun,
not following the light of day,
but truth's brightness revealing
what darkness once concealed.
For truth will always reveal
that the actuality of me
is me.
Therefore today,
I let what is true
be my daily food.
Love's touch
dining in my dwelling place.
For then my true life,
once hidden beneath those lies,
begins to grow again.
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SANE values diversity. We are committed to providing a safe, culturally appropriate, and inclusive service for all people, regardless of their ethnicity, faith, disability, sexuality, or gender identity.