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My Kinda Jesus

So often when people talk about Jesus they talk about conquerer Jesus who rose from the grave, or compassionate Jesus who forgave the sinner , or healing Jesus who made the blind man see or even sacrificial Jesus who died so we might live, but they forget betrayed Jesus who was handed over to his enemies or angry Jesus who turned over tables , or lonely Jesus who ached for someone to be near him in his suffering, or desperate Jesus who asked why God had forsaken Him. There is no emotion that we feel that He did not, He knows your heart and feels your pain, you are NEVER alone. 

Her Stories

She told her stories and she had her dissenters,  people who refused to believe that kind of evil existed, and others who knew their friend was not capable of such ugliness. She told her stories and her heart broke with every sarcastic and unbelieving glance. She told her stories when physical wounds had healed and proof of reality was far past her reach. She told her stories to free herself and warn others But she was crazy And so they did not listen She told her stories and lived them out in nightmares She told her stories and begged God to protect her children from them. She told her stories and no one listened And by and by, they told their stories which were altogether her stories on repeat They told their stories when physical wounds were not healed and proof of reality was possible They told their stories and they had her stories to prove they were not crazy

Crying and Screaming

I can't remember I can't forget I wake up at night,  screaming about things I don't remember. crying about the things I do Sick at my stomach and unable to move I can't put a face on it,  was it him or him, was I big or small,  but my body remembers . . . If only I could remember, I could work my way through If only I could forget, I could pretend I'm normal unbroken and unafraid but no. Not this time Maybe never Maybe monsters will always be bigger Maybe I will always be stuck in the place of remembering and forgetting and  wishing for neither. 

As I Lay Sleeping

As I lay sleeping the phone rings. It is him, he is scared and alone. I rush quickly to get dressed and make my way to him, terrified I won't make it in time. This time it's bad, I can tell from the sound of his voice. It reminds me of when I would listen to him cry as my father locked him in his room. I can't breathe. I am driving but the road is swirling about, making me feel dizzy and sick. I call and I call, but he no longer answers. I try helplessly to figure out where he is based on the things he said when he was making more sense. . . wrong. Over and over I call his name but no one answers. Maybe, I figure, his vision is blurry too, so I drive to a similar location. Still not answering. I lower the windows and dial the number and listen. . . nothing. Keep driving, keep calling, keep listening. Finally I hear it. Oh God, I hear his phone but not him, please let him be ok. I run frantically around the area trying to find him, I keep calling. There he is. . . curled