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Psychological Warfare
Random moments drip liquid chronicles through my mind. In still moments, there are quiet images, bold and brilliant, baking their shadows into my dreams. I’m in a sea of brokenness, feeding on sins I once lived with, branded by burdens I can’t speak of. Illusions whisper dark and dismal songs that shame and disgrace, humiliating me so that I can’t see the hope for the hopelessness as it bleeds its negativity into my dreams, haunting me and depressing the waters of faith that wants me to believe, just believe. While the soundless waters wash over me, cleansing me of the light that longs to penetrate my needs, embrace me with its magnificence, create in me – assurance that this too shall pass. Yes. Nothing this broken will last. The rocky seas will return to their soothing, healing, blessing. Time will encourage me to see past the past where I was once so empty of reason and remind me to see into the present where Jesus is slowly erasing every trace of the blackness that tries to darken my mind with a self-destructive imagination.
reflections of grace,
bonds are broken, doors opened,
by His warm embrace
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Regina Mcintosh
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