*A note before you read this. After doing an audit of my blog in 2022, I have decided to leave content that speaks to the Christian I was at the time this was written. I no longer identify as Christian (and haven’t for a very long time.) I chose to leave these posts because it is who I was then and it is important to me to be honest and true with every iteration and evolution of self that I experience. I may decide to add comments to the end of posts like this as well

She’s called Angel of Hope.

She came from somewhere unknown. Sometimes the memory starts to surface but it’s too blurry.

My attitude lately? Argumentative.  (with God.)  And he spoke to my heart this.  And he asked me to read David, to study David at Bathsheeba’s son’s death.  And he asked me why I was still wrapped up in grief.  Then, he basically said, “Go.”

I don’t think he was disgusted with me, though my brain sometimes tells me nothing is ever enough.  And he asks me, repeatedly, “Am I not enough for you?”

And he is, but I forget.


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Next week’s prompt is: HUMBLE

2 thoughts on “Popinjay–Strong”

  1. I know you don’t think so, but you are strong, and you give me strength with your faith and your words a lot of the time.

    Thank you for this.

  2. so, I had to share that my cousin gave me this EXACT Angle for Christmas. It’s the “hope” angel, right? I’m looking at mine right now…yep. exact same one. Too funny!


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