Dear friend,
May I call you so? You're words touched my heart, as simple as it were. They were warm and inviting, refreshing to the soul.
That is exactly it: what I had needed.
Like a star in the distance of the night, a beacon of hope in the depths of the shadowed night. It is the open inn for a weary soul, something the Lord had not gotten during His stay on earth.
I understand if you do not trust me. I really do.
Saul was my name; a pharisee, persecutor, and fervently have I despised.
Such tragic changes occurred in my life. You may not understand.
That is okay.
But to touch earth for awhile and reach for heaven, I had longed for. That is what you have given me.
How is my soul?
A question asked that I had been asking. It is hard to work among bretheren sometimes, and I know it is something I have to face after being blinded by God, only so I could see again.
It is not only literal.
Blind. Blind.
Ananias, I searched for, but I could not. For truly, I could not. Only God had sent him to me, making my vision clearer than before.
Many a times in life, we walk blind. Many steps still I cannot see and how He sees me?
I do not understand.
A new name perhaps?
However, I have gratitude. Thank you for your kindness.
Regards,
Paul
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War Underneath
PoezieWords and thoughts about things that are fought within the heart, soul, and mind. The flesh is weak, but the spirit is willing; And the dog you choose to feed will win. ~~~~~ Author Note: I will warn you that words can wield just like a sword and t...
