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This Valley that Appears to Be Death

this valley that appears to be death

(Found a writing from a way back)….

I was really discouraged. I felt heavy for days.

I reached out to a couple folk who couldn’t or wouldn’t understand.

There’s the mommie thing. I coddled a child who cant currently say I love you back to me. I dissected his needs discerning the difference between toddler defiance and special needs frustration, while my head ached and heart raced. I calmed screeches and screams that he uses for words, while calming the inward anxiety that they bring. We tosseled over each other living in a space not sufficient for two. Stress was high, patience was thin.

Then there were the reminders. I was reminded of a friends betrayal and judgment during my lowest of moments. I was reminded of the one who abandoned his child and left me holding the pieces.

There were questions. I asked for assistance to be told that I make too much money to qualify, this unbalancing act between not ever enough, just over completely destitute.

Then there was the ripping of heart strings. Promises made, but broken. Emotional head games and manipulations. All around me the author of confusion seemingly placing my name on the tongues of many. I was ridiculed and lied on.

Then there was the giving of myself. I was not encouraged by the people that I encouraged.
I was criticized instead of thanked for going out of my way to help.

It all caught up with me, it all began to choke me. It created physical pain throughout every extremity.

I wanted to run away. Far away from here, take a taxi cab and get away fast.

So I sat in a park before having to clock into a job that makes me just as weary as my life and I attempted to focus my thoughts long enough to pray.

Then the Holy Spirit took me to my vision. He reminded me of this thing He gave me to do. He reminded me that once I’m holding my treasure that it wont matter how long it took for me to obtain it. That the spoils would outweigh this weight, this angst that I hold today.

I saw myself with a smile on. I saw myself accomplishing the very things I prayed for. I saw a glimpse of a finish line.

I got encouraged, I got lifted. And not that get happy real quick fake kind of, quickly passing encouragement, but the long lasting power of the why of where I am.

I must continue and not throw up my hands, I cant faint now. I’m too near my goal. So for this valley that appears to be death, you are nothing more than a shadow, and just beyond you is the breaking of day.
#ImOnlyPassingThrough
#OhWhatJoyComethInMySoul

All That Glitters… Is Just Glitter

glitterThis is hitting home for me in the wee hours of the morning, this picture quote shared above.  I needed these words.

I couldn’t sleep much because I was troubled before even attempting to fall asleep last night. You see there was one particular person who was an authority figure over me who treated me horribly for close to two years. Last night I had to sit and shine a light and applaud her while still living in the ever present effects of her mistreatment. I along with several others have fallen victim to her vicious snares and attacks.

Have you ever been there, had to hold your tongue in effort of not exposing truth while standing in a sea of fooled people? In reality this person had loosened up her noose around my neck in recent months, she wasn’t nearly as cruel as when I’d first met her. But that loosening only took place after my standing against her attacks and ultimately winning. That loosening lightening only after her authority was lessened. But this morning I am counting the cost of what such a brutal war has done to my spirit and my soul, to my mind and my body.

This person’s mistreatment has had a lasting effect on me. It took place at the most vulnerable time of my life. When I was spiraling through a whirlwind of chaos, grabbing for stability and comfort. It was moments after a terrible divorce, seconds after my child had been abandoned by his father, while learning that my child had special needs, in the center of homelessness, experiencing failing health, ever yet aching from the untimely death of my mother, and staring the deception of loved ones square in the face. I had no one with skin on. It was only me, my son and Jesus. I was at the lowest point of my life when I turned to an organization as a last resort to help.

It was there where I was met with a level of kick you while you’re down like I’ve never experienced before. There were lies told, not exaggerations but lies. There was sabotage on every side. Constant daggers, constant deceit, constant attacks, unstopping accusation, continual knocks to my integrity, my character, my walk with God, my motherhood, my independence, and the ultimate ever present terror that one of, or all of these twists and killings of truth would ultimately cause me to lose my housing, to lose the roof over my son’s head.

This is where I lived for 2 years. This is what I was forced to swallow as hugs were given to this person causing this pain.

Now I not being one to hold a grudge or to become embittered wished her well, sending her off with a heartfelt scripture. Yet the restlessness ensued as I later recalled all that I had been through. As I mingled with those still under the web of her deceit. All of this seemingly remains hidden, while those who experienced this along with me are afraid to reveal these truths. This is a conflict at the highest of proportions.

In reality this person was at the helm of the greatest hopelessness of my life. This person used control and manipulation to have power over me. And she did it in the name of Jesus. I’ll let that marinate for a moment. That is what you call spiritual abuse, and its venom is the most vicious among all abuse.  I had to fight for the will of live with this woman having power over my son’s and my life. The level of this person’s word play left puddles of confusion on every corner, caused alliances of deceit, created division and dissension that are alive and well today. I have long stopped even attempting to get people to understand or even believe the full scale and true proportion of what I faced, only the Holy Spirit can do that. This onslaught of attack, only those closely in view or those who’ve experienced it themselves can believe. I have come to a place of peace in knowing that this is ok, this knowing that most folk won’t get it, or don’t want to. Ultimately God sees, ultimately He will expose openly.  The quoting of scripture and offering of big smiles fools no one, especially not God.

So I sit now typing in the dark from my bed of unrest now finding rest in the validation of who I am in Christ. In knowing He sees all and that if I just keep going I’ll be rewarded with light for all the darkness I’ve suffered. He whispers to me regularly, He comforts me constantly, He tells me that He sees continually. He showed me again when I came across this picture quote this morning.  The artist Maxwell has always been among my favorites, and his sharing this picture was divine intervention. Above the picture were his words “All that glitters…. Is just glitter. #love.” Thanks for that Maxwell. Words are just words, but how you treat people is the only thing that will last.

Ultimately the person I’m talking about here is not my true enemy. She has only allowed herself to be used by my enemy.  With accusation, confusion and lies, (he being the author of them all), he only uses people as tools who will allow him to do so. Ultimately he does not win, he can never win because weapons formed against me never prosper. This level of attack is only an indication of the judicatory and height that God has for me. I couldn’t be broken. I couldn’t be separated from the love of God. I couldn’t be torn from the Lord that I’ve known for two decades.

I have been stretched in my faith to newer heights as I stare the call to love your enemies in the face. This is what Christ spoke of when He commanded us to love those that scorn us. But let us never forget, He also corrected those who are out of line or turned people away from Him. I won’t be silenced as the presence and stain of false words still abide in the hallways of my life long after they’ve been spoken. This was only attempted murder but I am still living. There was only a shadow of a valley of darkness that could not completely overtake me. I can’t be silenced even as I still sit among those whom I’m not sure are friends or foes. I won’t be silenced.

I know what it is to be powerless, to be without voice. I know the struggle of the widow, the orphan, the foster kid, the abused wife, the abandoned child, the one without a home, the one without family. I know this level of pain, and knowing it has caused me to be a voice for it. And I won’t be silenced. I wont be dropping mics any time soon.

 

1 Corinthians 13. (MSG)
13 If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. 2 If I speak God’s Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, “Jump,” and it jumps, but I don’t love, I’m nothing. 3-7 If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.