Thank you for depriving me
You have taught me to seek and to find
Thank you for rejecting me
It has taught me to love me
Thank you for ostracizing me
It has taught me to like my own company
Thank you for victimizing me
It has taught me to fight back like a lioness
Thank you for despising me
It has put in me the thirst for achievement
Thank you for silencing me
I have become a voice for the voiceless
Thank you for the wounds you inflicted in me
I have become a healer of wounded souls; and I love it.
What you meant for evil
The Lord has turned for my good.
These thoughts are based strictly on my own experiences and what I’ve observed in our society today.
Prison does not take away criminality. It is the decision we take while in prison that will change us.
Having kids will not make me love children. If I love them first I will love them better when I get in there.
Getting married does not make us mature and responsible. It could become an avenue for us to prove our immaturity and irresponsibility.
Changing the man at the top won’t solve the bankruptcy unless you understand what caused it in the first place.
Marriage can’t heal me from lust, frivolousness and unfaithfulness or porn. I must decide to “deal with it”.
Getting a new partner won’t heal the old wounds. I better get healed before I make Peter pay for what Paul did.
Cutting a tree at the trunk won’t kill it. Get to the roots, roll your sleeves and dig.
I hope I didn’t mess up your case. This post is addressed to me too, you know.
Thank you Lord for always receiving us back with open arms
You never chase us away in anger when we come back to you
With bleeding wounds and festering ones
Even those wounds you did warn us about
Thank you Daddy, for your patience towards us.
I thank you Lord for being alive
I am thankful for lessons learned
I am thankful for battles won
I am thankful for traps escaped
I thank you for the faith to go on
When I carefully consider it all
I see your invisible hand at work
That wrought many a miracle
To bring me this far.
I will not weep for battles lost
Or whine for wounds incurred
I will sing praises to my God
Because He did see me through.
Though weather-beaten and woe-stricken
I look to the future full of hope
For He who has promised
Faithful is He
To bring me home save to Him.