The Forgivable Sin

Today as every other post, headline and news story is talking about the horrific law passed allowing abortion up to full term, my heart is deeply grieved because of this decision, but it also aches deeply for every woman and man that with each post and news story is brought back to a time of deep pain when they chose abortion.

No one chooses abortion lightly.

Fear is a powerful driving force and many are forced into making that decision. It’s never an easy decision.

I believe the best voices for the future of the unborn lies in the process of letting those that chose abortion know that there is forgiveness, wholeness and restoration available to them in Jesus Christ.

Once they are Restored – they will never want anyone to suffer as they have due to abortion.

Abortion affects people just like PTSD. It has long ranging effects.

Sadly, I have been speaking out about this to leaders and churches and communities and anyone that will listen, that abortion is as much a problem for the churched as the unchurched.

I did post abortion Bible Studies in my community through the local pregnancy center. More than half of those attending were daughters of Pastors, Deacons, Elders and Bishops … all forced to have their abortions due to the shame it would bring their fathers, families and communities.

They all either described how they worked and served hard in the Church trying to prove their good works afterwards or they simply left the church completely because of the hurt they felt because no one offered them anything other than judgement and condemnation.

The Worlds churches are full of wounded women and men sitting in congregations hurting deeply over this. Another Sanctity of Life sermon and Pro-Life rant will not heal them.

Almost all that I counseled were still holding onto their secrets and shame so tightly that many turned to various forms of counterfeit comforts – hard drugs, alcohol, pills or food to try to numb their deep pain. I was one of them too for almost 25 years.

Statistics show that almost 60% of female inmates in our prison systems have had an abortion.

Where there is a woman suffering – there is also many men suffering too.

Not every man is the driving force behind the choice to abort. Many men are deeply grieved over their parts or even lack of in the decision.

I once even heard of a young college girl that was adamant on choosing abortion and when asked why, she said that her Heavenly Father can forgive her but her earthly father said he would not forgive her if she didn’t choose abortion. Her earthly father was a prominent pastor in the community.

Today, as many people around the world are incensed by this decision, may we also be just as enraged and angry for God’s daughters and sons that have bought the lies that they are horrible murderers or people because of their choice to abort.

May we be led to help them receive forgiveness and wholeness instead of simply screaming about how horrible and wrong it is.

We ALL know how horrible it is – trust me. Oprah and Chelsea Handler and every pink hat wearer claiming rights to their choices and bodies will try to spin it differently – but it is never as simple or lighthearted as they claim it is.

May we be able to show them they are loved despite the choices they made and point them to the truth that abortion is not the unforgivable sin.

Shame can only survive in silence.

God forgave Moses and David for murder and He has forgiven me and will forgive ANYONE and EVERYONE that comes to Him and repents that have made that choice too.

Please hear me!

There is wholeness and life and life abundantly available after abortion.

We must shatter the silence and shame by allowing the Words of our testimony and the Blood of the Lamb to enable us to overcome and help others overcome.

We begin to repair our stories when we share our stories.

Yes, we must

Pray for the unborn,

Pray for the lawmakers,

but please don’t forget to

Pray for your fellow brothers and sisters that are suffering in shame and silence today.

Pray they reach out and know that they are worthy of love and forgiveness.

I am not here to say abortion is ok or that we don’t have a right to voice our righteous anger towards the killing of millions of babies every year …

No, please know and hear my heart-

I am here to say that we must do more – we can always do more than simply voicing our anger over abortion. We can be committed to help restore lives by helping anyone suffering from the affects of abortion to become forgiven, healed and whole. In doing so, we can help bring about great change to the very fabric of our Nation.

If one person is bound – we are all bound!

Contact me if you need prayer, resources, or help healing from abortion.

Together-let’s make a difference.

~ XXOO Michelle Bollom

This book in the lead photo is years in the making and I hope – Lord Willing, it will be finished this year.

Restored Ministries

Only One Foundation 

In this time of desperation

When all we know is doubt and fear

There is only one foundation…

When all is dark, You help us see…..

With each new day the news keeps bringing more and more stories of hate, darkness and violence erupting all around us.  

I felt this song fitting this week! 

So, let our faith be more than anthems

Greater than the songs we sing

And in our weakness and temptations

We believe, we believe!

We believe in God the Father!

We believe in Jesus Christ!

We believe in the Holy Spirit!

And He’s given us new life!

There is only one foundation. 

~ XXOO Michelle Bollom 

Lyrics: We Believe – Newsboys 
In this time of desperation
When all we know is doubt and fear
There is only one foundation
We believe, we believe
In this broken generation
When all is dark, You help us see
There is only one salvation
We believe, we believe

We believe in God the Father
We believe in Jesus Christ
We believe in the Holy Spirit
And He’s given us new life
We believe in the crucifixion
We believe that He conquered death
We believe in the resurrection
And He’s coming’ back again, we believe

So, let our faith be more than anthems
Greater than the songs we sing
And in our weakness and temptations
We believe, we believe!

We believe in God the Father!
We believe in Jesus Christ!
We believe in the Holy Spirit!
And He’s given us new life!
We believe in the crucifixion!
We believe that He conquered death!
We believe in the resurrection!
And He’s coming’ back again!

Let the lost be found and the dead be raised!
In the here and now, let love invade!
Let the church live love our God will save
We believe, we believe!
And the gates of hell will not prevail!
For the power of God, has torn the veil!
Now we know Your love will never fail!
We believe, we believe!

We believe in God the Father
We believe in Jesus Christ
We believe in the Holy Spirit
And He’s given us new life!
We believe in the crucifixion!
We believe that He conquered death!
We believe in the resurrection!
And He’s comin’ back,
He’s comin’ back again!
He’s comin’ back again!
We believe!
We believe

The Ultimate Networker

What is a networker? Well there are several definitions, but the one I like best is “a person who gathers individuals for a common interest”.  

Jesus was the original networker, he gathered 12 disciples, trained, mentored, inspired and then sent them out to spread the message of salvation. 

 “And He called his twelve disciples together and began sending them out two by two giving them authority . . . wherever you go, stay in the same house until you leave town. But if any place refuses to welcome you or listen to you, shake its dust from your feet as you leave to show that you have abandoned those people to their fate.” Mark 6:7-10.

Did you know that today, Network Marketing is the fastest growing industry in America, generating over $34.5 billion dollars in sales last year? The DSA reports that someone starts a home-based business every 10 seconds and nearly 50% of all households are involved in some sort of network marketing business. The industry includes over 18 million people and increases by more than 600,000 people every year! Wow, those are some staggering numbers and I have to admit I was a little surprised myself and I’ve been in this industry for over eight years. 

As you can see, there are many networkers in America today and they, like Jesus, are sharing the message of their company and products. Although it is not the same important soul-saving message as Jesus, there are many similarities such as gathering a team of people (disciples) teaching them, mentoring them and equipping them to go out and share their opportunity and message, and like Jesus, they face rejection every day, suffer negative criticism, avoidance, accusations of schemes “pyramid things”, and sometimes feel like they are unwanted and unworthy! Many times we find it more comfortable to speak to complete strangers than our friends and family because they have no pre-conceived ideas about us or our motives.  

As scripture says in Mark 6:4, Then Jesus told them, “A prophet is honored everywhere except in his own hometown and among his relatives and his own family. And because of their unbelief, he couldn’t do any miracles among them except to place his hands on a few sick people and heal them. And he was amazed at their unbelief.”

Since network marketing seems to to be working for so many people, then why is there still so much negative perception around this industry, why is it so misunderstood? Network marketing is a calling and an honorable career that models the methods, strategies and principles that Jesus used to reveal the Kingdom of God.  

Therefore, this method of building an organization is an extraordinary threat to the kingdom of darkness. It has experienced a season of great attack, defilement and destruction by the evil one, due to the great potential that the industry has to be a vehicle that God uses to reveal His glory throughout the earth!  

Since networkers often share much more than their products, they can have a positive influence on people that they may have possibly never met, and share the good news of Jesus Christ. Many networkers have more time and flexibility since they work from home, and are also usually less stressed, more rested and have more time to spend with their children, as well as more financial security and financial freedom to become great supporters of their communities and charitable organizations. 

Network marketing is a life-changing business that molds people to become more confident with their people-skills and see beyond cultural differences; thereby identifying each individuals potential and talents. When you master the skills of networking, it will impact many other areas of your life and enrich relationships with your spouse, your children, your parents, siblings and really everyone you meet. I feel so blessed to be a part of this industry because it has taught me compassion, discernment, faith, hope and love!  

The most important commandment is this: The Lord our God is the one and only Lord. And you must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul all your mind and all your strength. The second equally important “Love your neighbor as yourself. No other commandmet is greater than these.” Mark 12:29.

Although not everyone is called to be in network marketing, everyone is called to be disciples for Jesus. We, as believers, are the light of the world and have been granted authority to spread the Word to all the nations that Jesus Christ is Lord and Savior, this is called, the Great Commission.. 

“I have been given all authority in heaven and on earth. Therefore, go and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Teach these new disciples to obey all the commands I have given you. And be sure of this I am with you always even to the end of the age.” Matthew 28:18-19. 

Be the light,
Deb Hicks



Oh how they can be woven together so beautifully and elegantly and bring such joy to others… And then there are those Words that can fly out unscripted in anger or emotion or just be very unpolitically correct. Either way they come out, you can’t retrieve them, they are all out there in the atmosphere swirling.  

What If we were judged, ridiculed, cursed, discarded and disqualified by every unworthy word that flew out of our mouths?

I think that would make us all be unqualified at some point.

 I think of the story of the woman caught in adultery and Jesus told the angry crowds – those of you without sin pick up your stones….. 
Many were ready to stone this woman to death. I wonder how many pridefully went to reach for a stone to throw at the woman before they realized they too had sinned?  

Whether it is Kanye West or Donald Trump or you or me, or whomever said words you did not like…May we remember….. 

We will all only answer to One Judge regarding our words. May we all put down our stones and realize none of us is perfect. 

 May we all practice saying worthy words as well as, extend forgiveness to those that haven’t.   

                   ~XXOO Michelle Bollom 

But I tell you that every careless word that people speak, they shall give an accounting for it in the day of judgment.” ~Matthew 12:36 NASB 

Let no foul or polluting language, nor evil word nor unwholesome or worthless talk [ever] come out of your mouth, but only such [speech] as is good and beneficial to the spiritual progress of others, as is fitting to the need and the occasion, that it may be a blessing and give grace (God’s favor) to those who hear it.” Ephesians 4:29 AMP 

Words kill, words give life; they’re either poison or fruit—you choose.~ Proverbs 18:21 MSG 

Love 101


I have been thinking lately about all the hate, violence, offense, and just plain ole craziness in the world.  

We see it reported everywhere. Just look at Social Media or the news. There is so much “junk” out there and it keeps getting reported and reshared so it just keeps circulating In the atmosphere. 

Even if you don’t do social media or watch the news you probably have heard about the stories or witnessed it first hand in your own communities. 

I was sitting quietly and thinking about some of the recent events around the world that I have heard about or witnessed and this is what I wrote down:

The solution for all the world’s problems comes down to one thing-


So as I was preparing this blog on my thoughts on Love, the world woke up yesterday to the trending of #LoveWins and I couldn’t help but think….

Love is NOT the Gay Rights hashtag #LoveWins message that is circulating.  
That definition of love NEVER wins- only Real Love Wins & that is a person –God.

Real Love already won at the cross.

I don’t care if people want to fight for equal rights for a civil union with their same sex partners- I accept and love all people regardless the lifestyle they choose to participate in- but why the need of wanting to redefine marriage on all the rest of the world that choose to live by a Biblical world view -which defines marriage as between a man and a woman? 

I don’t approve of the ruling, but I accept those that do.  

I read something that said don’t confuse Marriage with Holy Matrimony. 

I started thinking on what we really should not be confused by….

Don’t confuse Acceptance with Approval or Tolerance with Endorsement. 

The world has confused disapproval or a difference of opinions as Intolerance or hate. 

We can disapprove or disagree and still love.

 Disagreement and disapproval don’t =hate.  

The solution to end all hate, intolerance and violence in the world could really be very simple if we all followed Jesus’ command to Love.

Love God above all and love your neighbor the same as you love yourself.  

We can’t love our self or others properly without first loving God.   
Without genuine self love our love for others will always be counterfeit.  

We must know what Real Love is. 

 Love is a person- Love is God! 

Once we know God; Real love, then we will know how to love ourselves and others well and fulfill this command and all do our part in making this world a better place. 

This recent ruling doesn’t change anything.  God is still in control and God always wins.  

Yes, Love Won; several thousand years ago and Love is still winning and Love will win every time on every situation when it is Christ’s Love shown through us.

I think everyone should have to take a mandatory course in Love 101.  A great place to start is looking to God’s Promises in His Word on the subject.   

              XXOO ~Michelle Bollom

The whole law is made complete in this one command: “Love your neighbor the same as you love yourself.” (‭Galatians‬ ‭5‬:‭14‬ ERV)

The person who doesn’t love doesn’t know God, because God is love. (1 John 4:8 GW)

The Way of Love

If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate.

If I speak God’s Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, “Jump,” and it jumps, but I don’t love, I’m nothing.

If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.
Love never gives up.

Love cares more for others than for self.

Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have.

Love doesn’t strut,

Doesn’t have a swelled head,

Doesn’t force itself on others,

Isn’t always “me first,”

Doesn’t fly off the handle,

Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others,

Doesn’t revel when others grovel,

Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,

Puts up with anything,

Trusts God always,

Always looks for the best,

Never looks back,

But keeps going to the end.

Love never dies. Inspired speech will be over some day; praying in tongues will end; understanding will reach its limit. We know only a portion of the truth, and what we say about God is always incomplete. But when the Complete arrives, our incompletes will be canceled. (1 Corinthians 13:1-10 MSG)

Best quote on the recent ruling:

We’ve turned a historical corner today, one that is not only significant in terms of US history but also in light of God’s larger redemptive narrative. I see this new age as one of opportunity for the Christian believer, as we prepare to embrace any and all whose present joy might later turn to emptiness, confusion or despair. May the Church meet the new struggles of this age with all the soul-stirring love, faithfulness, and courage of Christ Himself.

—Karen Angela Ellis, Adjunct Professor of Ethics, Oxford Graduate School

My Saving Grace 


For as long as I can remember, I’ve had faith. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had trust. If one knew the history of my life, they would wonder how this little girl escaped the clutches of the enemy and rose above the curse that was surely attached to my childhood. My self-diagnosis ……. God.

One of the earliest memories I have, which happens to be one of the last childhood memories of my mother, is well before kindergarten, which at that time started when you were about six years old. I remember my mother, coming to the back yard as I was standing on the highest place I could find. I strove to find the closest place to God I could ……… a 4×4 piece of scrap wood I had put on an overturned 2 quart pot my mother had given me to “mix” ingredients for mud pies. 

Out of the blue, she appeared. She stood at the back door with this weird look on her face, a puzzlement to me that looked like a swirl of love and question. I wondered if I was in trouble. She raced to me and gave me the biggest hug and the best kisses a kid could ask for.  She said, “Mrs. Cratz from across the street just called and said you were singing at the top of your lungs!” I thought for sure I was in trouble, despite the hugs and kisses. If I had disturbed the neighbors, it was surely a serious offense. My mother said, “Mrs. Cratz said you were so beautifully singing, “At the Cross,” that she was moved to tears.” I would imagine there was no beauty in the notes at the belting of my song, perhaps it was simply the words. 

I later learned, I was four years old.

Directly across the street from our little house, was a small Baptist church. When I say “across the street,” I mean about 8-10 adult paces. We lived in a very tiny town. This was my place of refuge. I loved God. I loved the people who loved God, and apparently, by the time I was four, I was dressing myself in my finest and attending church by myself. I remember one time I couldn’t find any clean underwear, so I wore my brothers, haha. I was scolded for this when I got home, but it was worth not missing Sunday morning church! Oh, how I loved those songs! They spoke to me, ministered to me. At the time, I didn’t know why. I didn’t realize the circumstances I was in were abnormal and potentially life altering. I just knew, I loved God!

This was my saving grace.

Life happened, as it unrealistically does. I went through some hard, horrible, and terrible things. They were not exclusive, my siblings experienced them as well and in no way have I ever felt singled out, like I was the only one, or had feelings of “poor pitiful me.” 

Save your pity for someone who needs it, I’m an overcomer!

Then I was married. Then I had kids. Still, my burdens were light. As I worked my way through my horrors as a child, I sought God, my heart needed Him. Before I ever knew salvation, He was all I had ever known. Marriage brought new challenges, but my children brought new opportunities. A gift, a second chance to change that curse of childhood, to do better. I was committed. I was determined.

As a young adult and mother in the Christian community, I would often hear older folks say, “I wish Jesus would just come back now.” I admired and looked up to these people, but in my heart, I didn’t feel the same. That made me feel guilty, lacking spiritually somehow. In truth, I wanted to see my three handsome boys become men. As a homeschooling, dedicated mom, I wanted to see the fruits of my labor come to pass. I wanted to see marriages, grandchildren ……. I wanted to see my babies flourish. I knew this was a selfish thing, somehow, somewhere. But I couldn’t deny, it was how I truly felt.

Today, almost twenty years later, so much has been experienced since the days of naivety and innocence. My view has changed drastically. 

My son, nine tender years of age, asks me, “Isn’t Jesus coming back soon, Mama?” 

The days of levity and carefree illusions are past. Sam sees what I see. We both see what the elders of my day must have seen. Devastation on a personal level, of drugs and sin in those we love. I see siblings struggle with past issues that has led them down a different path. They have often asked me how I turned out so normal when everyone else seems to be such a mess. I used to feel guilty about that, honestly. And hey, I’m not really that normal. I’ve strayed, made mistakes, done some really stupid things, but I’ve always had God. And that’s what I tell them.

On the news Sam sees innocence lost in that beautiful twelve year old girl forced to execute a Christian at the hands of masked, horrid men, proclaiming god’s will. He sees a Godless people, forcing the Godly to prove their right, prove their faith, and fight for their freedom. It disturbs his spirit and makes him angry.

My son, is truly the son of his mother.

In my youth, when I could not justify for my personal, selfish reasons, the feelings of my elders ….. Now I pray ….. NOW, as they did. “Jesus, come quickly!” I beg forgiveness for my selfish and worldly desires to see my children reach maturity. To not have one more day I worry about my heartsick loved ones, to not have one more feeling of insufficiency, to know that not one more Christian, one more person, is taken, or sacrificed for their belief in MY JESUS ……. To BE with God, converse with Noah, and walk with Jesus …… Now THAT my friends, is living!

And so, many years later, I realize ….. at four years old, Jesus held me close to his breast, cared for me, protected me. For that was when, “I first saw the light. And the BURDENS of my heart rolled away.” Burdens I didn’t even know I carried.

I thank you Father, that You took my burdens ever so young. You showed me grace. The plan of the enemy was thwarted and I have been repaid 100 times over. Thank you Father, for your saving grace. 

It was there by faith, I received my sight.

~ Sandra K. Yates 

Before Baltimore 


I am like you. 

I am horrified.

I am watching images on the screen, shaking my head and murmuring, “tsk tsk tsk” and offering opinions about what I think of this horrendous show of violence on the streets of Baltimore.  Not unlike scenes in midwestern towns in months past, this outward display of atrocities against humankind as protest of perceived injustice.

And so it comes to this.  I am tempted to say, “Look how low we have sunk!”  I’m tempted to rail against whatever I think is to blame – government policies I abhor, political persuasions with which I disagree, ignorance and selfishness and entitlement and plain ol’ stupidity.

But it really isn’t anything new, now is it?

Historically, riots and rages and wars and crusades have always been the way of man, waging one kind of war or another against governments, religions, ideologies and perceptions that we as humans don’t like.  Many were honorable conquests, rising from defense of the weaker people, or defending the noble and lofty calling of freedom and democracy.  But many are like the streets of Baltimore this morning.  Senseless, warped, barbaric and maddening.

I’m sitting here in my office, coffee in hand, safely ensconced in the heart of suburbia, clicking my tongue and calling them stupid.

And then it hits me.

I’ve waged senseless wars, too.

No, I haven’t rioted in the streets of Tomball, starting fires at Daily Donuts on the corner because I vehemently disgree with our school district’s absentee policy.  I come from the deep South, and had a gentle Southern upbringing, and I’ve never thrown a brick through a window.  I’ve been blessed enough with heritage and hopefulness that I’m able to control such urges.

But I have created my own kind of war waging.  I’ve been hard, judmental, unfeeling and unapologetic.  I’ve defended my position without thought for the feelings of the other.  I’ve lied to myself about my own culpability in the failure of my marriage, the struggles of my son, and the financial difficulties that have plagued me in the past.

I lived in a glass house.  And I’ve thrown stones.

You would have loved my glass house.  It was  beautiful.  It looked just like I created it – with lofty ceilings of my own overstatements, grand sweeping staircases of pretense about how small and afraid I really felt.  Luxurious draperies of insecurity and glamourous furnishings of defensiveness – ahhh, yes, it was a glorious disguise.

And as time and turmoil and the blessed truth would have it, the glass house has been demolished.  Somebody finally threw a stone back. 

Oh, it made me mad.  I was furious that someone dared doubt my story – my elegant facade, my pretty phrases and awkward pretense.  But somebody did, bless them, and I’ll be forever grateful.

God in His all-knowing and unfathomable love knew that what I am in Him is more than enough.  Gently, tenderly, but firmly, he continued the work of the rock-thrower, and decimated all my decorations.  I am stil learning, but I can now see that I have been the rioter in my heart – raging and furious inside against circumstances, disastrous results of things I have done, things that have been done to me.  I’ve been trying to show up and smile and pretend it wasn’t there – the hurt, the disappointment, the wrong, the mistakes.

Putting the lovely phrases aside – I was putting lipstick on a pig.

Funny thing about that glass house – most people can see right through it anyway.  And the ones that love you can see you through your own smoke and mirrors, and they throw the rock to break away the barrier, because on the other side of the pain of the breaking is beautiful and blessed promise.

God is the ultimate peace – the peace maker, the peace seeker, the peace giver – but not peace at any price.  Peace that comes with truth.  The truest peace comes when the anger and the protest is all gone – and we surrender. 

There isn’t much that I can do about the streets of Baltimore this morning.  I can’t bring calm and soothe the fevered masses. 

But I can tell the truth about myself again today – and offer myself humbly to the Father in His mercy, who gives me a fresh batch of them every single morning.  Bless Him.  Many days I’m out of fresh mercies by 9:00 a.m.

I can live surrendered.  I can be here if you need me.  I can help you with that glass house you’ve got, if you want.   I’ve got some leftover stones.

~Alane Roberts 



I began ministering with my band in a Christian rehab in 1994 when it lost its funding and closed. Our contact got a job at a prison and asked if we’d like to come out and “Jam for The Lamb!”
The rest is history.

Lionzbride Ministry incorporated in 1999 with the State of Texas and is a tax exempt non-profit ministry also recognized by the IRS.

We minister in men’s and women’s prisons and over the years have been involved with inmate choirs, bands, drama teams, prayer teams… We’ve put on plays and musicals for units with inmate actors.

Currently we minister at a hospital prison once a month in the pods to critically ill male and female inmates, as well as, to female inmates, some who are pregnant and getting ready to give up their baby.

We recently put on a Day with Dad at a men’s maximum security prison. It was incredible! This was the first one at this unit. You can see all the pictures on our Facebook or through our website. We will be hosting another 1st time Day with Dad at another men’s max in 6/15.

We also recently began ministering in administrative segregation as well as to a new federally mandated step down program also to segregated inmates. This is like a prison inside a prison and not everyone is comfortable ministering to these individuals.

We hold regular church services to include worship and The Word.

I’m currently teaching a marriage and parenting class at a men’s max unit which is the first at this unit also. Soon there will be a marriage type retreat.

We bless the unit each Christmas with soap, shampoo, toothpaste, deodorant, and a candy bar. Children color the brown paper bags like a Christmas card. This is a huge blessing to them.

May God Bless you with His joy and Thanksgiving! He alone is worthy of all praise! ~Constance Carter

If you have questions, would like to get involved or want to contribute financially to any of these upcoming events, please contact Constance of Lionzbride Ministry at her website or facebook page.



The water is rippling
As the storm blows in,
And I recognize the
Sound of pain impending.
Without remorse,
Rain pelts from the sky,
And the sting against my flesh
Is not one to be ignored.
I long for immunity as once
Again I stumble.
Into the raging sea.
No air.
No light.
No longer a fight.
Then – a flash of lightning,
A roll of thunder.
In weightless effort, I rise
From the abyss and
Begin to
To the One.
I remember Whose I am, and
I fall to my knees.
My refuge.
My strength.
My God.

~ S. Gable 2014