My thoughts are repeatedly
Assaulted
Overrun
Permeated with nothingness
Shadows of misgiving
And fear
Doubts
And unsettling lies.
It happens so easily
And quickly
And I am reminded
There is a place
I must firmly declare sacred ground.
I am too often muddied by the dust
Of the daily
Of the ordinary
Of the long, one-step-only days,
That threaten me with
The fear that I am not
Enough
That I am not approved of
That I am not wanted
Or adored.
It happens so silently
This assault on my mind
That I slowly notice myself
Trudging
Through another day
Instead of
Lifting my steps
With dignity
And victory
And grace.
And so I declare my mind
A hallowed space
A sanctified place
Where angels stand guard
Like mighty warriors
Defending gates
That would otherwise crumble
Because without them,
I am weak
And afraid
Vulnerable
And easily swayed
By the darkness that pulls
And entices
And calls to me to swim
In its never-ending depths
Of futility.
Because when I leave my mind
Open and unguarded
It floods with untruth
And unrightness
And it becomes
An easy target
Hungry for food
that neither nourishes nor fills
But only harms and destroys
And leaves destruction
And ruination in its wake.
On my apathetic days
I wander and I wonder
Questions haunt me
And the why’s drain me
And the what if’s leave me
Fragile
And
Strained
Breakable
And
Unsure.
And I too easily settle
Into the comforts
Of the familiar rutted roads
That wreak havoc
And cause unrest
For my soul.
I am too easily
Caught between
Where I wish to be
And
Where I know I would be
If I ceded my right
To prevail
And to win
And to soar.
In these tired moments
I cave
And I forget
The goodness I was made
To explore
I become content
With my weakness
And forget
To seek the more
And the strong
And the wise.
And I become established
In the arms of apathy
And cease
Rising above
Because it’s work
Such hard, gut-wrenching
Relentless work
To rise above
And fight the tide
Of indifference
And passivity.
But I will rise above.
I will stand my ground.
I will be firm
And unyielding
To the enemy’s fire
And I will remember
The One who gives me strength.
I will summon the will
To know
And to give praise
To the One
Who knows my mind
For He gave it to me
Entrusted it to me
Handed it carefully to me
In good faith
That I will center it
Only on Him
And place it back
In His precious arms.
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