On Being Alone

On being alone
More so now than ever before
Set apart by the holy hand, opening new doors

All those years I yearned for friends
For someone to understand
To hold a man’s hand

All those dark nights
Sleep, an endless fight
As tears grieved every plight

All the days of hope-less
Swimming in fear
Drowning in wander-lust

There must
Be somewhere I can go
Someone I can see … desperation was driving me

Death called
Whispered in my ear
Promised an end to pain, a story I wanted to hear

Now you ask, oh now I have been set free
No devil can ever keep hold of me
My feet are planted in Jesus My King

His praises I sing
When you lay your life at His feet
You come to know His purpose, His meaning

I AM lives
His Spirit dwells within

May I become more like Him …

even though
I may whine at times
I return to be still and know

Surrendered to His call
To do as He asks, as He leads
Means often I am alone

He speaks more clearly
shows me things
When I walk and talk with Him and Him alone

I know only I am chosen
For a holy mission
Yet
My wanting heart, He has met!

I am thankful for my sisters
Who listen
Soul-speak
Connection

I rest in
Knowing the women
He has given
Are gifts to encourage my Jesus livin’

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In all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith … of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire … may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed. Though you have not seen Him, you love Him: and even though you do not see Him now, you believe in Him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, for you who are receieving the end result of your faith, the salvation of your souls (1 Peter 1:6-9).

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May this poem draw you closer to Jesus.

Though I don’t live in the despair of my past anymore, the devil preys on my wonder about how this being set apart thing works in the Kingdom of God. He knows I suffered for so long, not feeling as though I belonged. He wants me back, but he can’t have me.

The great news is we are never alone. Of course, Jesus is always there, AND He places people in our path. Such sisters and brothers in the faith are gifts.

Join me in this prayer:

Dear Heavenly, Gracious, Merciful Father,

We love You. We praise Your all-powerful name!

We thank You for drawing Your children together, through story, through pain, through prayer, through joy, through YOU!

Today, I want to ask You bless each sister I have been in contact with this past week. Please keep them, Lord.

Please lead us to the sisters You chose for us, this time, this season. Please help us glorify You in all we do.

In Jesus Name,

Amen

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If this post moved you, I invite you to comment here or email me directly at juliedibblespeaks@gmail.com.

I look forward to blogging consistently. Here at the poetry blog, I will post 1-2x week. Same with the other.

All photos in this post are from Pixabay.com.

Have a beauty-full week.

In Christ,

Julie