It’s been several months now since I started looking for my binder that contains most of my creative writing. I’ve searched every place I could think of several times without success. I had no alternative but to assume I had lost them. Maybe it had been thrown out or taken to Good Will in a misplaced box or something. Anyway, it was gone.
Until tonight. I was looking for collapsible boxes to wrap Christmas gifts in when out of the blue there it was – my binder that I had looked and looked for. I had looked in that general area several times in all my searching but had somehow missed it altogether. My heart soared the from depths it has been in lately, and I was filled with praise and thankfulness to my Heavenly Father, Who whispered in my spirit a jolly, “Merry Christmas, dear one.”
And so now I will share some of them with you:
The one I will share tonight was written during the hospitalization when I was first diagnosed with MPD. It was the first time of several times when I was deeply troubled and felt an almost undeniable urge to write. As I say with my hand posed over the paper, thinking of what I needed to write, my hand took off without any intention on my part. I probably could have resisted and ended the process, but I was rather enthralled with what was happening and I watched as words formed on the paper without ever entering my conscious thoughts. Here is what I wrote:
Turbulent Waters
I believe Jesus is holding our hand, leading us through his frigid, murky river; but we can feel the sharp stones bruising and piercing our feet. The icy water chills us until we are numb, and then seems to set our skin on fire with deep penetrating cold that burns. The current rushes around us tugging one way and then another, trying to pry our hand out of our Savior’s in order to drag us under and away from our Stronghold and Guide. The waters rise around our neck and at times consume our whole head, sending us into a blind panic, making death seem like sweet relief.
But Jesus always draws us closer to Himself and we gain courage and strength from Him as we are able to continue our perilous journey. I reaffirm my faith that He is willing and able to guide and protect us. At times He will carry us through this river which is too strong for us to cross without Him, and we will arrive safely on the other side.
Isaiah 43:1-3 (NKJ) “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by your name; you are Mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow you. When you walk through the fire you shall not be burned, nor shall the flames scorch you. For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel,” (the holy one of Abigail) “your Savior.”
Hebrews 13: 5,6: (Amplified) He (God) Himself has said, “I will not in any way fail you nor give you up or leave you without support. I will not, I will not, I will not in any degree leave you helpless, nor forsake nor let you down, relax My hold on you – assuredly not!” So we take comfort and are encouraged and confidently and boldly say, “The Lord is my Helper, I will not be seized with alamr – I will not fear or dread or be terrified. What can man do to me?”
Romans 8: 38,39: (Amplified) For I am persuaded beyond doubt – am sure – that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things impending and threatening, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
