I believe in miracles

I believe in miracles. Just
how the world clashes with the beauty
it is given.

I treasure my moments spent talking
to Jehovah whether in a walk, a tear stained face or a loud staring prayer.

Turbulence happened and it
shook me something fierce.  Yet
Jehovah heard, saw. I am grateful
for my trust in him to give me
strength.

The unbearable tug of war
Satan was doing on me, had me
forgetting the taunt was upon
Jehovah more than me.

So the begging of Jehovah's
help and siblings Jehovah gave me,
I was able NOT to let my own
steps be pursued.

I let Jehovah take over.
Allowing myself to heal. Noticing
the division Satan was creating.

All in hopes that he succeeded.
All I know is the amount of sincere
hope I hold. The genuine prayer
I cling to, but not for me.

Yes I had to pray
hard for calmness but I also
had to expose facts that Satan
was creating. Wanting me to
give up and hate my
imperfect siblings.

Oh how the cries were released.
Watching Jehovah's work at hand
is truly a miracle.

So now all I can do is
learn more patience and crave love
for every single sibling.

Praying that life will prove
to be good to them all. Hoping
one day there will be peace.