I’m still me

I sit here…in this unfamiliar place…anger.
I have absolutely no control over the outcome…the process…the rantings and misunderstandings of others not close to me and now even further away. I want to separate myself from the source and do so whenever possible, but sometimes I cannot and in those times I rage inwardly. What is this? Why am I here? What do I do with this?

I write.

I’m still me, only smarter
I’m still me, only stronger

I’m still me, only wiser
No longer the fighter
So much more than survivor

Yes, I’m still me
Once shattered
Fear of life has released me

Broken chains falling down
and laying at my feet
Ashes from the fire showing
death has seen defeat

Face to the ground
Hands open to take in
Gods blessings galore
Splash like rain on my skin

Once shackled to my past
Nothing else is gonna bind me
No more listening to the lies
Truth is all I choose to find me

Each day is a new day
This is where grace begins
It’s all too much
I can barely take it in

But I know the precious blood of Christ
Has redeemed me from my sin.
No longer thinking what could have been
Had my Savior’s grace, not entered in.

Yesterday is past
Tomorrow a mystery
Today is a gift that will one day be history

What if you’re right
And He was just another man
A prophet, disciple
Writing messages in the sand

But…what if you’re wrong
And He really is the King
And the blood that He shed
now covers everything

Affairs, cheating, abortion and blame
All of it erased in Jesus’ name

I want to know the truth
Don’t we all, in the end?
But faith is about believing
and trying not to sin.

I drink of the cup
and eat of the bread
The Son it represents
now living though thought dead

It’s good news for everyone
Even a girl like me
Who was once bound to shame,
was blind, but now I see.

16 thoughts on “I’m still me

    • Mark!
      I am sorry I am just now seeing this! Thank you so much for sending. Life is a little crazy right now, but I look forward to checking this out.

    • I do and that’s a bummer.
      It will be a long process to rectify someone’s thoughtless and cruel actions, but I am trying to learn and grow through the struggle, otherwise it is wasted.
      Thanks Tammy!

    • No…but I will be 😉
      Someone has stolen my account numbers and attempted to withdraw large sums of money. I feel very exposed. I’m praying that more will be revealed and that I will allow myself to bathe in the forgiveness and grace that has been shown me.
      Thanks for checking on me. I don’t mean to be a buzz kill, but it’s the only way I can process.
      Blessings to you my inspirational friend.

  1. I’m so glad He makes everything new; washes the old away. I’m so glad that each new day is a chance to be bathed in His mercy. As each old dirty scale falls away, a fruit of the Spirit shines in it’s place. You are a work of God’s art, Joy! And when you give Him your anger like this, He will use the paint brush of His love to make you even more beautiful! Thanks for sharing and being so vulnerable!

  2. So glad you write. Writing is one of the most healing gifts God allowed me to find. Those inward battles that others just can’t see are the ones that I have share with one or two trusted people..yet another gift in my life. I absolutely love the title of your blog. I am often amazed at the grace and compassion of God for “even a girl like me”. 🙂

    • Thank you, my Friend.
      Writing has kept me sane many times when nothing else would.
      Thank you for your encouragement! I am so grateful for you.

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