You are my shelterCombat PTSD Wounded Times
January 13, 2019
An open letter to Jesus
This is a very hard time for me because it seems no matter what I do, what I know and how much work I do, others get praised, even if they are thieves passing my work off as their own.
I have no power to stop them. I have no power to make anyone listen to what I have to say. The only power I have is to do whatever I can to help whoever seeks it.
You know what is in my heart and I know that the gifts I have came from you. You guide me to seek knowledge and share what is truth. You give me courage to bypass fear of the powerful for the sake of the flock. You arm me in spite of those who ignore all you equipped me to do.
You are my shelter.
Psalm 91 1 Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
2 I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”
3 Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence.
4 He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
5 You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day,
6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday.
You brought me into my veteran Father's home and surrounded me with other veterans. You brought me into my veteran husband's heart and showed me what pure love is, as well as the pain I saw in his eyes.
Then You showed me what it was like to go beyond the times of darkness, so we could walk the rest of this journey together, still holding hands and loving the way our lives have grown beyond what others thought was even possible.
You know the hours, the heartache and you know what it is like for me when someone reminds me of why I do what I do.
You had put a voice within me that I used to gladly sing, but those years have passed and while there has been a song in my soul, it has not passed my lips because there has been too much pain within me.
So now I sing a song for You beyond the tears that came because I know, if I share this with those I am supposed to reach, they may know that others go through the same dark times, even if they believe, as I do, that nothing is beyond Your love.
The Shelter of Your Arms
In this cold worldNo matter where I goThe crowds are all the sameTo them I'm justA pebble in the sandA face without a nameNobody gives a hangFor what I say or doBut youAnd in the shelter of your armsI find peace and comfort and careFor I am wanted thereIn this cold worldYou struggle to surviveAnd sometimesYou can fallYou think someoneWould lend a helping handThey'd sooner see you crawlBut just when life itselfSeems more than I can bearYou're thereAnd in the shelter of your armsI can find strength and safety and thenI rise and start againJust give me one good reasonTo go on livingTo keep on tryingFor what I ask you, for whatIf not for youAnd all your love to see me throughBut just when life itselfSeems more than I can bearYou're thereAnd in the shelter of your armsI can find strength and safetyAnd thenI rise and start again