Fragrance of strength

      Layers upon layers are peeled back. Blossoming like the
rose opening for a breath to core. The fragrance that
explodes is the joy falling from my lips. Softly I whisper in
kindness the smiles of the smallest form.

     Grasping like a starved child I cling to all that I know.
Coming into a strong wind of strength. I cheer with joy for
the one behind it all: my Father, Jehovah.

     Shh silently I give my thanks of the love shown by him,
by siblings that help my eyes open wider. Oh how joyful is
the song inside my spirit. The earthquake of turbulence has
ceased and the ride of a bit of calm is here.

     Sitting alone in a quiet room I reflect over the ridges
of my struggles. Oh how I overcame, prevailed from the
grips of Satan. Showing, proving my armor of Jehovah is
stronger. The attacks of tiny battles will, can be overturned
to positive lights of radiance.

     Ah how the tests are still there, how the trials will still
be pursued but next one I will have stronger metals, stronger
wills. Jehovah sees his daughter striving to be closer.
Such a cover of warmth sits over me at current state.

      Eyes of brilliant aqua blue vibrate throughout the
scenery of a warm dark sky. The exhale of bad stress.
Expressing the words no longer weighing in my mind I look
back to see what I have learned from this experience.

       Ah the pitting of wordly family against spiritual family,
the question of who wins this child? Who do you think, dear
friend? Jehovah of course.

      Still I am quivering from this weakened state but
each step I gain firmness. Simple, as a breath may be taken
all the desires to stay, stand clear echoes as the nightmare
ends. The dreams of excitement are soon to become reality.

      Indeed the smallness of quirky steps, smiles I laugh and
feel such love, life shining throughout my spirit. Ah how I can
press a smirk into the open upon cracked, chapped lips.

      Indeed the layers are peeling, the fragrance of being
Jehovah's daughter is vibrant. The uncertainty may still be
there but the silliness inside such seriousness perks this
soul and increases the wind for my spirit to soar.

       Does this prove, once more, dear friend that Jehovah has
pulled me clear? Ah perhaps today, everyday still. Oh
yes I look forward to the next moment of grand grains
of love given. Will you be there, dear friend?

     Smile for me, even though I don't see it, smile for just
a possibility of you listening brings the greatest of joy
settling inside my spirit. I hope you are listening because I
am singing.

      Thank you Jehovah for my family, my spiritually
uplifting family.