This is an inspirational blog that utilizes the medium of poetry and creative writing to tell stories.
My Lord let you're latter rain
Fall on the people
Open your ear to our plea
We cry for your help
In mourning and groaning
Falling on our knees
Let your glory and grace
Cover our needs
We run to the Father
While acknowledging the sacrifice of the Son
The unblemished Lamb
The Holy One
We will follow His lead
Warning: These are my thoughts and feelings about my journey thus far.
As of late, I have endured one difficult situation after another. But one thought always creeps into my mind at moments like this... I remember that God will never give me more than I can bear and I know that He has made me to be a conqueror. So no matter what I face, I know that Jesus is mighty in battle therefore I already won.
For decades, I was under the belief that God forgot about me. That somehow the hard times were meant to return me into the dust from which I came. But it never occurred to me that the very things that I thought would kill me were only meant to smooth out my rough edges. There are areas in my soul that God wanted to take a sledgehammer to so that I could be used for His glory.
While I am in the middle of being formed into someone I couldn't become on my own I realize that... all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to his purpose (Romans 8:28). Because I am stubborn but the changes that are happening in me are out of necessity. And I have to be okay with knowing that one day this will all make sense when I look over the totality of my life.
The hardest part about believing in God is trusting in Him completely. Yesterday, I felt like the world was out of whack. I looked in the mirror and questioned, how I could live a life that lacked stability? I wondered if I could survive without the presence of my wonderful Father and his witty yet crude remarks? Who am I without my Dad's 6 foot shadow towering over me and restricting my outlandish nature?
Relying on the unchanging hand God without the comfort of a patriarch to guide me is hard. Even though I see myself as an outspoken woman the truth is... I always had a strong male role model in my life. So I trusted in his judgement more than I should have at times. I ran to him for advice like a child running to an arcade game. Now I have no choice but to let go and let God.
My heavenly Father will have to replace the one I lost on earth. But life has taught me that there is no friend that can compare to Jesus. He died for me while I was in sin so I will live for Him. Despite the challenges, I encounter, my heart will endure as a result of my faith. In time, all the things that once made me cry will make me smile. And my crazy life story will become a testimony that encourages all those who wait for the break of a new dawn to rise in their bleak sky. Hopefully, I will lead people to remember that all children of God were made to shine.
Love always, Esha <3
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The water is of a bitter sort. It leaves no room for moist dessert. It is the bottom of a never ending well. One way leads to the glory of heaven another to the bowels of hell. The heart tells the condition of a man's soul. And it's edge is an ever winding road.
Love always, Esha
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I have a past, but I have a future as well. I'm moving towards the glory of heaven but I have been through hell. But God loves me and delivered me from my cell. I was held up, bound in my own personal jail. Created by sin and iniquity which left marks on my knees when I fell. But I worship the almighty because He paid my bail.
I read this poem to my Father on his death bed. He always loved hearing my poetry and I loved being his daughter. This is a poem for anyone who has lost someone very dear to their heart.
My Prayer
Y’all don’t understand,
I’m gonna pray till the mercy falls down from heaven
Like misty, silky rain
I looked the angel of death in its eye
Still, I call on the Lord o my soul
I see Your glory even now
Hear me in the depth
And the solitude of my despair
Let the words from my humble, cracked, tear covered lips
Touch your ear
Pull me in once again
Bring me near!
Hold me close
You created the moon
You gave formation to stars
You are higher than mountains,
Your son walked on water
Your holiness bestows love on the loveless
You see the heart of man and you touch it still
You anoint those who seek you diligently
I kneel before the throne
I beseech you for mercy
And blessings beyond understanding
Let a miracle be done
So I can carry the good news to all those I meet
Y’all don’t understand,
I’m gonna pray till the mercy falls down from heaven
Like misty, silky rain
Love always, Esha
