Sitting in the room with all the like-minded, broken, bruised, torn apart people just like me. Set Apart.
What are those words?
Why those words?
Yeshua bled is why and He’s why our unique creation exists; all individual, flawlessly created, not one being like the other.
Identical twins aren’t even the exact same.
Why did He chose me to be there.
He put me there against all the odds that were impaling me.
I have these voices in my head (negative thoughts), they’ve been there for so many years beckoning me to hear their music, to follow every note and keep in tune. And I did, because I knew no differently.
I could barely think of a time when the whispers were louder than this calling out of who I thought was me.
The darkened days, the gloom, the sorrow, that infinite dark cloud shadowing over me with each step I take, each breath.
Every chance there was, so was the darkness.
Ephesians 6:12 “For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.”
This verse goes through my mind many times. some days, sometimes only once is all I need.