Fear Not

See they say beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, yet they behold not the truth that lies between these layers of material. Covering the hurt, the bruises and the scars. That paint vivid blue and purple images of past hurt. These vivid pictures are of the life I wish to burry beneath an ocean of tears, that will ride the tides and touch the shores of my soul. Promising that in the high tide I shall not drown of sorrow, or in the low tide I shall not die of the cold, because for as sure as my Savior will carry me, so sure am I that past mistakes will not define my destination. See we all find ourselves at the cross road, but instead of leaning on our own understanding we should be able to bend one knee, followed by the other, clasp our heads and weave them into a lace of crossed fingers, bow our heads and pray.

Pray for serenity, because that is were exceptance comes from. Understanding that thy past is but that. Importance is in looking ahead and ensuring that you walk the path that was long drawn out by you and I’s saviour . On the cross are your sins and embedded in the palm of his hand are the marks of the nails that dug through his flesh that show that your sins are long forgiven. After serenity you pray for courage, to dust your knees off and pick up your breast plate of righteousness. Cloth yourself in the armor of God, for the only proverb you are to reciet is that in Proverbs 3 verse 5, for lean not on your own understanding as after the prayer of courage to change the world and see out the visions instilled onto your life you should seek wisdom. See, wisdom is like a garden that needs watering and if not fed regularly its petals will shrink, its leaves will fall and its roots will come loose of the soil that is to be the word of God that feeds this wisdom.

Now I ask you, what are you afraid of? Why do you hide underneath layers and layers of social media when really a conversation is what you crave? Why do you hide behind an “I am fine, how are you?” when really you want to share the traumas of your life? Why is it that you cannot come forth and proclaim the victories of your life when all you need do is speak them to life?

What are you afraid of?