Storm Damage Repaired

In our "Betrayal Recovery" group we've been going over happenings from the past which caused us pain, injury or trauma, and the things we can do now to heal from those happenings.

One of the analogies used was a damaged ship. Sailing becomes difficult to impossible with a damaged hold. So it has to be taken into the dock and repaired.

That sparked a poem from me, Surprise! lol I'm sharing because I know that I am not the only one whose "hold" is being restored right now. 

Storm Damage Repaired

Bitterness like rotting rust,

turning metal into dust.

Numbing misery, Blinding pain,

obscuring whatever might remain...

Lack of connection, lack of words,

never feeling seen or heard.

Needs continuously unmet, ignored,

betrayals felt like being gored.

Overwhelming hopelessness,

diminishing desire to bless..

Wondering where, and WHAT I missed,

to deserve feeling alone and dissed?

How to stay in love and grace,

while disrespected to my face?

How to see this journey through,

yet not just rot away with you?

For better or worse, rich or poor,

in sickness or health, til death endure...

If I've not seen the worst, may death come now?

We've seen sickness and poverty, holy cow!

May God Almighty find us in this dock,

Spirit revive us from this shock,

Retrieve us, please LORD, from this dive,

pull us off this ship alive...

I'm too worn out to swim or wrestle,

Please Abba, resurrect this vessel!

Mend the sails, mend the hold,

With Your healing touch of molten gold.

Heal the worn out victims of it's wreckage,

Please take Your Gold, and mend the breakage,

Restore this husband, restore this wife;

restore this marriage, breathe new life...

Then send US, once more, out to sea,

afloat on Your Love, Your sweet Mercy.

No matter what storms, we still must weather,

May we hold tight, and stick together.

Yeshua resting in our boat,

Will keep this couple-ship afloat,

No storm is bigger than His Power,

No evil plot can make Him cower!

And soon, with Him, our one resort,

We'll sail Victoriously into port.

Once there, escorted by the Son,

We'll hear our Father say, Well done!

SCD

11/12/22