Peeled layers yet supported

                   Dear me, layers of me are peeled away as
I ramble. The darkness disappears and the hiding
of the emotional me is eased. The raided parts
of dispair and great pain, fades.

                  So clear is the view. The scenery finds
grandness, even in the tiniest of steps. Oh so open
are the eyes - bright turquoise. Flashy and dancing.

                 Here is the sigh but such a relaxing hope.
Glancing into the morning I make my prayer known.
Holding onto bits and pieces of the relsolutions found.
So grateful for the time to meditate and really talk
to my Father, Jehovah.

                I am grateful to really search deep for
what I hope to do. Speak of all the plans I hope to
achieve. Certainly not forgetting that changes can
happen and enduring may be presented.

                I recognize in moments I may cry
in dispair, incapable of moving but I now realize
that is why I am here, in Jehovah's people. I am
stronger now. Understanding I must not lean on myself
but upon Jehovah. I am not alone.

             So when trials, breaking points hit me hard
I have the best support system. Oh Jehovah, thank
you for that rude awakening.

             Sometimes free will, free choice is such a
nasty gift. Yet we all have it. So moving closer and
closer to Jehovah is my choice, the tantalizing draw.

             How about you dear friend?
                 Is finding Jehovah in your darkest moment
                        a choice of comfort or a hated gift?

           Indeed for me finding our Father, Jehovah in my
weakest, darkest of moments is a choice of comfort. I
am grateful that Jehovah gives me that free will.

           Ah a smile lays over my lips. So loving of how
Jehovah helps us progress and grow ever closer to him.