The Pride Storm


Branches bend and sway
Leaves twirl
Laying still after the fall
Waves of heat
Bring stabby sheets

The calm before I meet
His Holy Name
The only one deserving of fame
I stand unworthy
A portrait of pity
How does the wind know
The weight of my soul

Dark hovers
Threatening pain
Flashbacks the stain
Big drops
Buckets dropping

Wash me free, Jesus
All the should have’s
And should sees
All the crap my pride wants to be
This storm was for me
To wake me by morn
To let me know again who is at the helm

Giving me pieces as He seems it
Puzzle pieces I try to make fit
Except rounded hedges
Dare not squish into preplanned edges
The rain slows
My hair dripping
My tongue no longer tripping
With lips spread into a smile

I look to Jesus and thank Him for this mile,
It is a journey
Shall we not mark it?
Enormous puddles ebb and flow
Always more Kingdom to know
His mysteries
Hidden deep
Thunder clashes
Announces Our Maker who keeps
His will to lash

Lightening desires
To stand us straight up
In His cleansing fire
His trees perk
Creatures crawl in mushy dirt
Yes some bones broke
But I have been poked
By the Savior

Words stoked
When He says ready
There goes the message sending …
It’s a small part of me
And entirely His creativity


The warfare is not against sin, we can never fight against sin-Jesus Christ conquered that in His redemption of us. The conflict is waged over turning our natural life into spiritual life. This is never done easily, not does God intend it to be so (Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest).


For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does. The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ (2 Corinthians 10:3-5).


This poem was an outpour of dirt while I watched a thunder storm roll in and out of our humble town. Pride is sneaky. It doesn’t always announce its arrival. Once we own our dirt, turn to God, and allow Him to work (however painful that may be), we are back on the journey to purity.

All photos in this post are from Pixabay.

In Christ,



3 thoughts on “The Pride Storm

  1. Beautiful Julie. The Lord has been taking me through cleansing, as He spoke earlier this summer that He would plunge me deeper into mercy. I just did not expect the ways that He would uncover my heart. But I am so thankful that His rain does wash us so sweetly
    . He is ever gentle with us. Thank you for sharing your open heart here!

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  2. Powerful words. I heard a preacher once say pride is the source of all sins. I believe it. And you are so right, it is very sneaky. Creeping in unnoticed in places we didn’t expect. Thank you for pointing us to be strong in Him, not ourselves.


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