Written Into Eternity

My existence—dust in the wind,

yet somehow more vital to creation

than earths rotation.

Every particle of me

knit together by the Hands of Eternity.

Every breath planned.

Every path paved.

I am alive—

wonderfully and purposefully designed.

I am sustained by love.

My soul was bought.

Yet my flesh is fraught… Why?

For a moment, I lose focus.

For a moment, I take my eyes off the sacrifice of love.

For a moment, I forget

I am stepping in unison with The King.

Fear rushes toward me, shackles at the ready.

Anxiety follows close behind with his deathly tether.

Shame arrives with collar and muzzle.

I fall to my knees.

Unease coils around me.

Darkness taunts from the shadows.

Thoughts twist and snarl as I choose to listen.

My heart sinks—

the past rushes in.

Thought after thought—WACK!

Each one a dagger to the heart.

So many years spent alone and cold.

So many years being told:

“You’re nothing.

A waste of space.

A bother and a nuisance.”

Spit running down my face.

Broken and bleeding,

my heart shouts.

My soul begs for healing.

I cannot go any further on my own.

I look around—

no one to lean on,

no one to talk to,

no one to hear my heart’s cry.

Darkness creeps closer to the kill.

Then—

a shriek, so piercing and shrill

it splits the air.

The enemy flees for cover.

Every atom in the atmosphere goes still.

Flashes of light erupt from every side.

Chains snap, tethers break—

head to heel, I am free.

Shrieking and writhing,

the enemy and his cohorts

are swatted into oblivion

like useless flies.

I am laid bare.

My soul is naked.

I stand before the One who is Eternity.

The Voice of Eternity speaks—

and the very air trembles.

Every lie that clung to me, melts like wax

“My beloved,” He says,

“I have called you by name.

You are Mine.

And Mine alone.

No shadow will overtake you.

No chain will bind you.

No wound is beyond My healing.

I have seen your nights of terror

and counted every tear.

I have held your breath in My hands

and kept your heart beating

when you wished it would stop.

You are not nothing—

you are My masterpiece.

You are not forgotten—

you are written into eternity.

Stand, child of Mine

Walk in the freedom I have already won.

For I am with you—always.”