He is our rest in the midst of so much unrest

Monday's Message

Cannot breathe 
Cannot ease 
This feeling of anxiety 
Trapped inside of me 
Overtaking 
Overbearing 
I cannot carry this cross I am wearing 
Burden heavy 
Mind filled with thoughts that scare me 
How can I tarry? 
When so much is pressing 
I cannot even cry out for help 
For someone to lessen 
This load 
This sinking boat 
This storm inside me 
Waves presiding 
Begging to be washed up 
But the wind blows 
The sea ruts 
And more narrow we go 
Down into the groove 
The feeling of being misused 
The lies that feed on our every thought 
Our every move 
The tide high 
Beating us left and right 
simply here 
Along for the ride 
When did it become the norm to lay down and hide?
Well stand up sister 
Swallow that pride 
Stand up and say no more 
Not this time 
I am a warrior 
A daughter who abides 
I live for the King 
The one who created me 
This season of bad weather 
Is simply a test to tether 
To come out of this storm 
Only to be made better 
So stand strong 
I will 
Letting go of the feels 
Looking in the mirror 
With a crown and no guilt 
I am a warrior 
A daughter
A mother 
filled with light
And loved like no other 
So stand strong 
Though this day 
May filled with darkness and dismay 
Know that no matter the words you utter to pray 
They are heard 
And soon that rope will break 
Because darling you were made 
Stronger than the eye of a hurricane

-Abigail Rice
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