I wake up today remembering the way things were before. God I'm praying for a better future, my wounds you suture. After a period of rest it's time to go back to the battlefield. Seasons change some bring great rains and pains but others bring prosperity. I hope to gain more, to harvest something from the past torment. Even from the hurt seeds of wisdom get buried beneath my skin. Oh yes very deep within knowledge is planted and derived. The roots wrap around my bones, sometimes being the only thing holding me together. Then the seedlings are watered with my life blood and the strength that Yeshua gives me to keep moving. All these things hence further provoking the sprouting of great growth. Over time something beautiful blossoms something nobody saw coming. That's what God does for me and he can do that for you too. Don't let the demons make you think pain is ever lasting. God is where it stops and new life begins.This is my season to bloom, el shaddai will make me new. Sometimes I'm up and sometimes I'm down. Whenever I feel worthless that's usually when God comes around. The light in the dark, the filling of the empty hole in my broken heart. Over the years I confess I've tried to fill that emptyness with loveless lies and fake remedies. Nothing of this world can ever recover what was lost. Only he who died on the cross can ever redeem me and set my soul free. Only he can make me feel like the innocent child I once was all glory be to him. Glory to you I praise you Heavenly Father take me, allow the things that break me to only make me a stronger soldier in your army.