Heart breaking in twain,
Soul weary and battered by life’s ups and downs,
Near tears abed in the deep of night
When fears and failures haunt and torment…
Crying out for anything.
“Daddy, minister to me tonight!”
Completely desperate and surrendered.
Then feeling The Holy’s Spirit’s big, strong arms enfolding me…
Heavy presence protecting my body,
Comforting the pain in my soul,
Healing me in places I barely touch myself.
Peace at last.
Let naysayers speak all they want…
Some things are understood only when you’ve walked in them.
Or rather, with Him.
