He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. ~ Psalm 147:3

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The journey was long and tortuous
Like being stuck in quicksand
The harder I struggled to get out
The farther I was sucked down
Into a slimy pit of depression
Anger and rage
Visions of my dad danced in my head
Like a blazing fire
Burning holes in my soul
Ravaging my spirit
Destroying my faith and trust
In God
In my dad
In the human race
Voices condemned me
Punished me
Convincing me that I am worthless
Unlovable
Unworthy
Feeling accepted eluded me
Friendships lied to me
Love slipped through my fingers like burning sand
Night and day my heart cried out to God
But He seemed deaf
Cold and distant
Just like my dad
My soul was a heap of ashes
The will to live was gone
Then one mystical morning
Jesus whispered my name
He clasped my hand
And through the smoldering fire
He led me straight to God
I collapsed sobbing in His open arms
Love consumed my soul
Renewed my strength
My hope
My faith
And I knew
And I know
And I believe at last
That God loves me
My soul is at rest
The ghosts are gone
And God
My Heavenly Father
Is forever by my side
I don’t why He loves me so
But this one thing I know
He is the best Dad in the world!

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