Writing, prompted by the word “Overcome”
Last week, I prayed before getting out of my car for work, opened my eyes towards my open palm and was awakened to the truth of my life becoming too noisy, my telling of things to myself and others just a little too tender, too tough to know, to remember. I was reminded of my strength, my hope, my faith, my love, my peace, of what is true. I was reminded of the quiet me, the quiet confidence.
Delicate charms and a strong timepiece I wear, gifts given by those who know me well, I know this well, I am loved.
I was reminded.
I came to a place that made me see I’d not actually overcome some things and instead, I’m still prone to them overcoming me.
That harm, not keep me hoping.
It may change my course altogether of the plan of God I’ve called my treasure and I may actually be closer to living what I believe, to believing more consistently the little things I say, to hope not harm.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
Jeremiah 29:11 NIV
I use little bits of wisdom here and there like “My story was just a story, then God became a part and he made it a testimony.” or “God’s not finished with me yet.” or one I have painted in softly colored capital letters covering the length of an old piece of wood, “Live What I Believe.”
Only pleasantries really, if all I do is say them, post them, share them.
My good intentions got tripped up I found myself falling backward, back into the place of misery and memories. Not for long, the warning was clear, clearer than ever and not a correction, a consolation now.
I spoke of overcoming trauma, hinted at freedom; yet, I became close to being overcome by it.
It hurt, not healed.
It hindered my faith, did not help my hope.
Father, thank you for making me attentive, for seeing the worth of me and my story. For showing me the way forward, the way of hope not harm. May I not be overcome by my own telling. May my words bring hope, not harm.
Because of your mercy, I pray.
Amen
me
Linking this post up here: http://fiveminutefriday.com/2017/10/26/overcome-day-27/
Oh, such a choice! To overcome, rather than be overcome by circumstances. Thank you for this hope-filled reminder! (Your FMF neighbor)
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Thanks for sharing so vulnerably. I am in in the #write31days challenge writing about the ABCs of Self Nurture for Caregivers. I look forward to reading more of your posts.
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That is so important. I work in the mental health field, suicide prevention, homelessness, etc. I’ll plan to read your ABC’s this weekend!
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We’ve been neighbors a few times! 🙂 Thank you!
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Great words. Overcome…to press on and keep going. Thank you for sharing!
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