Jehovah's help

   So much is a struggle to keep head up high, above
water. If it were not for Jehovah's help I would have
drowned by now.

   The eyes falter. The senses override. Still a wave
seems to simmer and calm. Smallness among the
largest crowds.

    Carrying me to a place of safety is friends, family
all because of Jehovah. The arms stretch wide and
loved I am. Softly the whispers of soothing words
overtake me and smoothness presses me to the
earth.

    A song of revival lasting long and low is here. Sung
by a beautiful voice only I can feel. Awakening my
spirit once more. Allowing all the emptiness to echo
outside in the darkness, alone.

   Here I am warmly greeted. Still I a few sighs are
escaping my soul. Why? Ranging their depths from
sorrow to exhaustion. How do I let go?

   Still Jehovah is here, backing me up. Helping me
prevail, to stand tall and firm within this journey of
mine.

   Sure I stumble, fumble and actually fall flat on my
face but Jehovah kisses me, gives loving
encouragement. I am able to overcome and press
forward once more.

   Before a day begins and after a trial hits I still give
thanks to Jehovah for the guidance he gave me.
Showing me the positive in a world of negativity. Do
you dear friend thank Jehovah too?

   At times all parts of me are taunt and aching. Yelling
their nastiness upon my spirit. I still press passed
the ugliness of a treacherous heart and emotions that
try to rule. I continue stepping forward even when
some push back further than I began. Jehovah knows,
Jehovah sees. That is all that counts.

   The realization, the admittance of faults, flaws and
falls Jehovah still provides guidance, love and
mercy upon me.

   Ah the need of prayer is there. To ask of help in
all areas of my life. To know that Jehovah carries me
when I can no longer walk. Is this not the most
loving of all parents? How could I not boast of the
grandness of my Father, Jehovah, God?

   The acceptance of all the choices, paces made in
my life. The forward facing aspects. Moments, yes,
memories caress my mind and I dream. Although
of those hopes I still maintain my goal. Staying in
Jehovah's house, at his table.

   Jehovah is constantly showing me the generosity of
his love. Why would I ever go back, leave all that I
know is true?

   I just don't.

   Dear friend I pray you hear my words. See my
progress and continue upon my journey. Building,
loving me as a part of your ever growing family.
I encourage you in any way I can. I hope you do feel
that I help. I pray that we are able to strengthen
our friendship one second at a time. With rings,
with words, with smiles, with quirkiness. Ah as you
may know I could go on and on. Still so much to
hope for.

   So dear friend if you are with me, show me.