“I write because it allows me to express what I’m truly feeling on paper. Writing has always been a part of my life, and I’ve used it to pursue my identity in Christ. I love inspiring people to live for Christ with spoken word, creating intricate pictures with storytelling, and deep thoughts with poetry.”
– Dahlia
Mirror, mirror on the wall. Will I stand, or will I fall?
Will I hear you when you call? Mirror, mirror on the wall.
God, you are the up-lifter of souls, filler of gaping holes that are void of the joy you deeply want to give.
You are mender of the broken, sender for the lost.
At the cost of everything you had you lent, for the veil between us to be rent.
You, God, are the I am that I am, and you have always been.
And because you are, you will be forevermore.
Hand outstretched beyond a sea of open doors.
So why did I run?
I confided in thoughts that I thought were my friends.
They took whatever they could sell, broke anything they could not have.
All the priceless things I had, I had no idea they existed.
I was dropped at the feet of the enemy and left for dead.
I couldn’t identify my life with Christ, I was lifeless.
Adversaries tortured me behind grey lines, ISIS.
They declared the execution of my Faith, Christ-less.
Opened gates releasing idols meant to confuse and silence.
Yet somewhere inside, still this poor woman cried.
And God’s mercy showed up at my broken side.
When I finally let Jesus in, I was cured from being blind.
It was truly the day that I died, SIN number replaced with the ability to rise.
Heads turn in the underworld, and they’ll put our names up for death.
But our SIN number was replaced with eternal life in our breath. Order in our steps.
Heads turn in the underworld, and they’ll put our names up for war.
And we’ll stumble, and fumble, and bleed, but God holds the final score for our eternity.
So, I asked God, WHO ARE WE?
And when I looked in the mirror I saw something I didn’t think I’d see.
Unclassified, unidentified, unknown genetic makeup.
Mutations discovered, limits uncovered, and potential unaccounted for.
DNA of a remnant with origins not understood by bread alone,
But by the mind and words from a patient cornerstone.
We are a generation called The Unashamed.
Mirror image to the shameless who prefer to blame,
Accommodate and desensitize all things insanity and vain.
The grace in our veins pumps the epistles in our chests.
Our song is the very war cry that condemns death to die.
God still has plans for us, this remedy will just take some time, we will rise. We will rise.
We will rise from our ashes. Receive beauty for these lashes.
Healing for every stripe. Peace of mind for every sleepless night.
Painful tears we will wipe because we fight the good fight.
Demons will be slain with every hand held high. Walls will crumble down with every sin denied.
Victory is still on our side because God is not a man that He should lie.
He proved his love for us when He performed the death we could not die.
Jesus, we run to you, we run to you, we run to you, our Master and Peace.
Mirror, mirror on the wall. Mirror, mirror on the wall. Mirror, mirror on the wall.
““I’ve always enjoyed writing as it allows me to reflect, to dive deeper, and to uncover truths within my heart and my mind. This piece was inspired by Luke 8:50; a preaching involving this scripture allowed me to understand my need to be baptized in Jesus’ name. I hope others will be uplifted by reading this piece – may you overcome fear, find strength in faith, and believe in I am.””
– Lindsay
“Fear not: believe only, and she shall be made whole.” Luke 8:50 KJV
“I’ve always enjoyed writing as it allows me to reflect, to dive deeper, and to uncover truths within my heart and my mind. This piece was inspired by Luke 8:50; a preaching involving this scripture allowed me to understand my need to be baptized in Jesus’ name. I hope others will be uplifted by reading this piece – may you overcome fear, find strength in faith, and believe in I am.” – Lindsay
I feared because I did not trust in the Lord.
I feared because I was walking against the way I knew to be right.
I feared because I was not being true to the Lord, to myself, or to others.
I don’t believe in fate, and I never have – even though I was once living on the fatal path. Fate like fatalistic suggests an inevitability of doom; a predetermination of one’s failings. Fate is a life without God and repentance, without prayer and worship, without love and faith. Before I knew God, I didn’t understand myself to be on the wide path of fate, but I did believe that purpose was found in destiny. And I now know that my destiny is written in God’s will.
This life develops so many ungodly paths; culturally, politically, and socially tempting us away from the one true path we are meant to walk. “Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.” Matthew 7:13-14 KJV. The wide path is the matrix – the development of endless ideologies that are outside the truth; the paths that could become fatalistic. Each path offers the question – red pill or blue pill?
The blue pill is easier to take – a blissful ignorance that ultimately lacks bliss in every waking step, for the taker of the blue pill will be tortured by the devil they serve. The blue pill silenced my desperation for truth within, and I weakly loved the false life I lived in. “Adulterers and adulteresses, know ye not that the friendship of the world is enmity with God? Whosoever therefore will be a friend of the world is the enemy of God.” James 4:4 KJV. I was once a slave to the beast, chained by the temptations of the flesh without knowing it. I only knew death by a brainwashed state of following lies. I was led in any direction my heart and mind chose to take me – constantly living in short term pleasures and long term unfulfillment. Until I ended up chained to a hospital bed, medicated, oppressed, and drowning within. Only God knew I must die to be born again.
I lived under falsities of what others told me I was instead of the truth as written by the Lord “I am that I am” Exodus 3:14. The falsities of a bipolar diagnosis which directed me down a wide path full of pain and uncertainty. It was when I first doubted the Almighty God which gave room for me to believe the devil’s lies. I lost myself; my heart burning while beating fuelled by unbelieving. I was drowning by failing to understand the source of living waters which may rise up and deliver me into salvation. “For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness; but unto us which are saved it is the power of God.” 1 Corinthians 1:18 KJV. Life is only received through death, surrendering to the power of Jesus’ sacrifice and the grace of the King of Kings we serve. God gave His Son so the flow of living waters may rise up and open a door to a life newly begun.
I took the red pill next – the call of destiny in my heart, curious of the power of Jesus’ blood; God awakened my Spirit. I answered to His call and begun studying the Bible. Doors began to open of God’s knowledge, His understanding, His power, His grace, His beauty, His holiness, His love. I began to look outside myself for the only truth that could loosen the chains of the life I once lived. I never needed medication or oppression, but only compassion and thanksgiving for our Lord. I began to understand that only through God’s love can I find peace and only through loving God can I receive strength. I began to know that only through the sacrifice of Jesus can I be saved and only through sacrificing my life for Jesus can he save me. I began to believe the beautiful salvation God promises to all His children that live according to His will, that love Him, and the greatest gift of all which He gives to His saints. “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” John 3:16 KJV. I no longer belonged to the desperation and doubt where the beast lived. I no longer belonged to the life I once knew and suffered through. I now had faith in the strength and protection of God’s promise; a new life began to show itself all around me.
Today, I am living by His word and walking in His way; repenting and being baptized, trusting in the Lord, being bold in prayer, building my voice in worship, lifting my hands to the heavens; I no longer needed the red pill. All I need is the name of Jesus defining my heart – redefining the truth which I first understood outside of myself, and I now know is within me. “But to us there is but one God, the Father, of whom are all things, and we in him; and one Lord Jesus Christ by whom are all things, and we by him.” 1 Corinthians 8:6 KJV. I live in the purpose of serving Him, of loving Him, of my destiny written through the blessings of His will; I live by the sacrifice of Jesus which makes me whole and leads me to eternal life. My journey is not for the self, but of the self. My journey is of God.
I fear not, because God has called upon me and shown me a way to the truth.
I fear not, because God has written His purpose within me before He brought me into the world.
I fear not, because I am a child of God covered by the blood shed on Calvary.
“Fear not: believe only, and she shall be made whole.” Luke 8:50 KJV