a new life begins it's bloom

it is a difficult truth to accept, this shattered life that rips to shreds the very heart and soul of the weary. the innocence lost and the harsh reality of the burn. the face to the fire doesn't seem like it's only being done in the spirit as the torture reaches in side you and grips the very essence of your being. it's a daily grind when the wicked sends it's vulture to prey over you as if your death is destined. in your mind you are the victim of some horrendous crime that evil has perpetrated over you. like you are some Job who doesn't even get to claim righteousness as a defense, and the world watches your demise. when reaching out to God with the question why the thought that rushes back is, have I really been this bad to deserve such a wretched life? can any dignity be left for me? it's a unbelievable that we have to deal with. the pain finally reaches to a level in which we decide not even our worst enemy should have to endure such hateful treatment. everything we are and everything we ever thought we were going be is taken from us with such precision it's as if a surgeon has just dismantle our soul right out of our body. and the sun still keeps shining down on you. when all of your tomorrows are stuck in some kind of gray haze and the getting out of bed is the hardest part of your day simple because you know the dread that awaits you. nothing can be done and nothing can be said but yet you look anyway for that something. can my life possible be real, is this nightmare really where I live now? as you exit your front door the world seems to be mocking you with it's constant pace pretending to be unaware that your heart is laying openly exposed to the arrows of doom. again you reach out to God, is there no end? trusting has been taken out of your vocabulary as all of your truths have disappeared. this life changing altercation has stricken u with demise like some decease upon your skin. why is it the stench of your broken heart is a smell that only you can smell. the only thing left is to look inside yourself and question every motive and every move you have ever made. the rehash of your life takes an eternal turn and the questions never fade. this is when the beat down really begins. the wicked puts thoughts into you that make you scream inside yourself, will I ever escape this hell? this goes on and on and on and on til one day the rain slows down. the rapid beating of the raindrops lightens a bit and the mist and the fog are the only thing left. the winds calming brings a certain relief and the smell of the stink that's surrounded you has weakened. it's then the tiny seed inside you starts to grow, and a new life begins it's bloom. 2 Thessalonians 1: 4 Therefore, among God’s churches we boast about your perseverance and faith in all the persecutions and trials you are enduring. 5 All this is evidence that God’s judgment is right, and as a result you will be counted worthy of the kingdom of God, for which you are suffering. 6 God is just: He will pay back trouble to those who trouble you 7 and give relief to you who are troubled, and to us as well. This will happen when the Lord Jesus is revealed from heaven in blazing fire with his powerful angels. 8 He will punish those who do not know God and do not obey the gospel of our Lord Jesus. Praise God, be a blessing, bubba

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Billy Beard @billyb ·

It means much to know that when Elijah made known the True God that day the fire consumed the water, he would shortly thereafter flee in fear of his life.

To GOD be all the power and glory, through Jesus Christ the Son.

God Bless brother. billy

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