He meets me where I’m at, reminds me He’s my God through love, not dominance.
He meets me where I’m at, reminds me He’s my God through love, not dominance.
A cosmic turn, and I let die my nun effects. Oh, how I loved them. Can I balance in both shadow and Light? Time will tell.
His protection is in the silence, the peace, the calm. That’s the proof—He doesn’t need me to see Him for it. He doesn’t need me to earn it.
I fit neatly in His hands.
I no longer fear judgment down here; I’ve learned to embrace myself whole— in acceptance, not rejection.
He breaks me gently so I open, coaxing me forward without force.
My flame keeps steady and sweet, burning for You in devotion.
I must, because my Love is consuming me alive, and expression is its medicine.
When the air turns electric and the veil thins, beauty takes a darker bloom, no screams, no chainsaws, just the slow burn of imagination and the shiver of inspiration.
I gratefully set that self-harming sword in His hands.