Sometimes I feel it. A swirling void. Everything. Voices, people, things: blade-sharp, trying to impale with their shrapnel shards. Closing in. Clawing, choking, wrapping around you, dragging me down.
Do you ever feel caught in the middle of it, all alone? You're not.
If you're claimed, the demons can oppress you, but never possess you.
Someone has read you like a diary, memorized you like a playlist, and still loves you.
You're His.
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That is so cool! I feel like that a lot.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you described the conflict in our hearts, and the protecting presence of God's grace!
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