A 31 day journal for the easily overstimulated humans.
(Because we exist, and we desire to live well. Not just hide well.)
The Dwelling Place has always existed, though I have not always visited.
- It is the place we go when we can’t just go.
- It is the place where we meet with Holy Spirit.
- It is the place where we are stilled.
- It is the place which gives us a moment’s peace.
- It is the place we live from.
Less escaping. More embracing.
Never closed for the season. Never overbooked.
Never not prepared for our arrival.
Always welcomes with open arms.
This place is not a thing but a face.
our Dwelling Place.
The Dwelling Place | 31 Days of Real Life Getaways | Day #5
“…in order to achieve mental wholeness, we need to identify areas in our life where we need to recover from trauma, or change our thinking, so that we can continue growing into the person God wants us to be.” – Anita Ojeda
Certain things are uttered
and it takes to me a place
I don’t wish ever existed
but I can’t run any longer.
I face the wind and know
God has control of it
just as he is leading me in the present.
The past can’t touch me if I am willing
to let it be covered under the shadow of His majesty.
You see, my past tried to bump into the back of the present
and claim things like, “You can’t move on,
things will never change.”
But that is a lie from the pit of hell
and hell is where I do not dwell.
So I’m trading in lies for new sight;
let’s me see that nothing can rip me away from
God’s loving arms, like the Father he is.
And now and again I have to retell
the lies — the truth.
And they want me to assume that since
I have to do this, I am less than or a weak believer.
This is not true either.
Those lies, I now realize
will probably always try to rear their ugly face,
but I have the choice whether to listen to them
or trust in His marvelous Grace.
I will choose the latter for I can’t imagine living
a life where everyday I wonder if the other shoe will drop,
if I am going to be grounded for a passing thought.
Thoughts do matter but I am learning
a lot of things in my head are just chatter.
They aren’t made up of what I believe,
and those are the ones I evict then breathe.
Everyone’s got ’em.
We only give them power
by holding onto and feeding them,
things turn sour.
Some time ago I Switched on My Brain,
now victory is nearer than before.
Running my finger across the cold
tool, knowledge of it’s use
flows through my veins.
Because when you have power
but don’t know how to use it,
that is when things go south.
Found out my heart is linked to
my head, life powered from the mouth.
A new day dawned
as the lights turned on.
His Spirit breathing in me,
words bigger than me come out.
It’s a hope far beyond
what circumstances reason,
but I will trust in this marvelous
Voice inside that speaks life
over the tide.
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Let’s lean into Truth together.
Let’s trust God moment by moment.