I am who I say I am, no doubt

           Forgiveness screams as the heart pounds rapidly.
I strive to clearly lean upon Jehovah for understanding
and continue to give where a backlashing takes place.

           Such hatefulness inside someone's insecurities.
I must remind myself kindly that I must do what any
Christian would do. Still the itch of doubt tries the
hardest to wedge some form of hate inside of me.

          I step back. Seeing imperfections that take on
new levels just to play a game. Silly how insignificant
one gesture could go yet how damaging it would be if
I allowed it to. Therefore I have to ask "what would
Jesus do?".

           All that wants to bend down screaming I must
allow flexibilities. I must see passed all the negativity
to prove to Jehovah I am what I say I am, his daughter.

          Oh even as the tears stream down my face as
the eyes flicker awake. The kindness of Jehovah's love
for me makes all else seem so tiny. The words, the
selfishness inside the catty niceties I continue to
be loving,forgiving and kind. I know, I would hope
the same would be given to me in times I may be the
same to one other.

        Now the sighs of realizing the truth of what
was given is clearly the layers of all aches and anguish
that some hide, trying to forget instead of letting
go.

        One breath at a time. The softness echoes as the
strength gains ground. Oh the silent prayer to my
Father, Jehovah only enhances and I cling to his
understanding of the terrible event that found the
way into my viewings.

      So simple. So joyful that I took the right steps.
Shh I say as the tears begin to dry leaving deep
paths across my freckles. I will continue to hope
that the insecurities being felt disperse and the
truth rings inside your mind.

      That all the hidden insinuations are justified
and given the attention that they crave for I will not
be in the center.

     Still all these events are there to divide who I am.
No. I am sorry you would give off that impression
when only the appearance of words followed. How
sad that the rolled progress thrown to the dirt? Why
would anyone do that for silly opportunities?

      No. Just back up. I am who I say I am. Those who
tickled your ear play upon your weaknesses. I am
with Jehovah. Still loving, still clear of the injustice
placed before me and still forgiving of those
who want to cause harm.

     Who would have guessed the defense attorney of
this child is Jehovah. So here I move forward. Once
more the steps are clear and the emotions maintained.
My eyes are on the great prize. Not allowing imperfections
harm any chance I may have for this wonderful
opportunity.

    Just to say I am who I am. I don't back down for
claiming I am one of Jehovah's people, a Jehovah's
Witness. Nowhere can I allow Satan to press any
form of negativity into my mind.

   So yes, the roles described were that of my worldly
declaration for acknowledging even inside a dream
Satan tries to draw me from being with my Father,
Jehovah.

    Alas I recalled the imperfections and clearly
understood through the answers from my prayer
to Jehovah that yes down the line some will be
hateful and nasty only to gain their pride inside
of insecurities. What will it have done for them?
Only a momentary release and possibly later a
correction from self and Jehovah. Whereas my
defense was to continue to stay loving, kind
and forgiving.

   Ah as for the declaration of insignificant insight only
gained from tickled ears, that too was washed away.
A trial I faced with Jehovah's help. Alas bringing me
to the point of being more confident of Jehovah's
power.

   So all those who want to try to drive deeply that wedge,
try. Jehovah will press me through for I know he is the truth.

   As for those who forget of the changes, of the positive
progress don't look for the words as being two sided
because not once would I step back to the yesterday.
I love how Jehovah has molded me. How he is continuously
improving on the finished product.

    So just like you, I too, am imperfect. The question is
will you be just as loving, patient, kind and forgiving
as I am in the quake of nastiness?

                   I would only hope so.