When does the bleeding stop?
When does the ache fade?
When does the memory disappear into oblivion?
I wish I had the answer, but I don’t. All I have is a heart that prays, and a pen that showers words upon pages … waxing poetic upon the mind … and Emotionally Charged:
CRY NOT, MY SISTAH!
Cry not my Sistah, for you are not alone.
The hardships in this life were not made for you to own.
Cry not my Sistah, for I’ve seen your many tears.
I know your weeping in the night has been for many years.
Cry not my Sistah, for I know how hard you continually try.
Yet, no matter your will, some things still pass you by.
Cry not my Sistah, for your inner strength remains.
The broken dreams cannot deny what you have gained.
Cry not my Sistah, for I also hear your prayers.
How I wish to convince you that somebody out here cares.
Cry not my Sistah, for the burdens that weigh you down.
A beautiful smile is waiting, in time, to replace your frown.
Cry not my Sistah, for your best is never in vain.
Our God is a witness to the scars of your pain.
I tell you to cry not my Sistah, for it will be okay.
A time will come when all your misery will wash away.
The strength of your character will provide all you need.
Time will come be the rewarder for all your good deeds.
And all your troubles will vaporize into the distant past.
Just continue with faith in the Lord; remaining steadfast.
The Journey: Women are expected to multi-task (family, work, & more). Though equipped helpers, remember, even God rested from his labors.
~page 16, from my book, “Emotionally Charged“~
Sisters, in those moments when you feel most unloved, alone, or afraid, encourage yourself with the words of this song by Switch, and KNOW that you are GOD’S: