For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.
Wow! That word hit me square between the brows. Heavy but quickly turning to recognition that I am free.
Back in '09 I shared my "I am from" story with this here blog. It was a painful process but where His light shines, His healing begins.
You are my lamp Lord, You turn my darkness into light.
He reached right into my pit of despair and commanded His light to shine out. To shine out from my heart to give me the light of His glory
and the ice melted.
He has blessed me greatly with a new life and new memories made.
Every now and again a voice from the past steps forward and shouts to me. Glaring directly in my eyes, almost mocking. Even moments ago as I glanced at The Gypsy Mama's word REMEMBER.
Ahhh His sweet illumination fills my heart, soul, body and memory cells. PTL