Watching Secret Millionaire and I am enjoying the part of my heart that it touches. It reminds me that even in the deepest pain of this divorce, there is power on the inside of me. In the ocean of my disappointment I have questioned why. Attached to the root of bitterness twoard those who have abandoned me, is the call of God unto to me to release it. So that the bitterness can be uprooted, therefore not allowing it to affect the bloom of flowers that He has planted on the inside of me.
I have felt pitiful more than once and it has caused me to try and lick my wounds to health while avoiding the help that “peroxide” can offer. I am just getting to know my power, and it whispers to me often that it was always here but you have never used me like this before. Power sees the possibility of death as a chance to fight harder. Power takes despair by the face and dares it to do more damage. Power resurrects, propels, and above all encourages. I am choosing to be powerful in this season. I am choosing to survive the pain of divorce. I am choosing to pull from the power God has imparted into me to help others. What’s your choice?
I write because I love God. I write because I love people. I write because I feel the closest to God when I do. My writing is my praise. It is my prayers. This is all I have ever wanted to do; write so people could be healed.
No more pity, just power. No more pity, just power. No mroe pity, just power. No more pity, just power. God help me to live it out in Jesus name. Amen.