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A Battle.

You can. It won’t hurt you. Just try it for a moment.

“No! It will hurt me. I’m not going to do it again.”

‘You know you want to. If you don’t do it now you are just going to dream it.

“No. I’m stronger. I can stay honest.”

‘Staying honest is not easy. Just take the easy route. Come and try again. You know you want to.’

“Stay strong. Stay strong.”

You are strong. That’s why you should try again. You are strong enough to have self control. I’m sure you will stop after this time.’

“I should stop now. Don’t falter. It’s trying to trick you.”

‘I’m not trying to trick you. I’m trying to encourage you to enjoy some happiness; instead of hiding from it. Come.’

“Maybe I could try for a short moment. Maybe I would be able to stop on my own terms. Maybe…”

Yes. Yes. You know yourself. You know what is good for you. You know what you need. This can help you.’

“It might help me. I’ve been having a feeling that something was missing from my life. Maybe this is it. The thing that helps me relax.”

You deserve to relax after everything you have gone through these last few days. You owe it to yourself to unwind and enjoy your quiet time. Come.’

“Yeah. Nothing is wrong about enjoying something. That it helps me relax after a long hard day. I deserve this after all my sacrifice throughout the day.”

So true. Come.’

“But wait…should I be doing this? I have been good for several days. And I always feel nauseous and disgusted after doing it again. Maybe…”

‘Don’t listen to anyone but me. I’m on your side. The other voice is trying to take away all the joy in your life. Just listen to me and find the finer things in life.’

“Right. Think about me, and what I want. Okay!”

‘Good. Good.’

…Moments later…

“I feel sick to my stomach. Please forgive me God! Why did I do that? Why would I listen to that voice.”

Because everyone always listens to me. I’m the voice everyone try’s to ignore and stay away from. But they always crumble and listen eventually. I revel in your defeat! Victory is on my side!’

“What have I done? What have I done? Forgive me. Please heal my heart and clean my soul. Make me stronger. Make me able to withstand the voice of darkness. But also, make me better at listening to the voice of lightness. Please help me.”

You don’t actually mean that. Why would you not want me. I’m…’

“No! I’m done listening to you. Shut up and leave!”

But…’

“LEAVE!!”

Silence…

“Can you forgive me? Can you let me know you hear me?”

You did fail at listening to my voice. I’m not the voice to be a kill joy. I’m the voice to keep you on your path. The only path. But you continue to falter and listen to the voice of darkness. You block out my calls.’

“I’m so sorry. Please! Forgive me. I need you to be louder. Be louder than the other voice.”

I am loud. But you deafen me by ignoring my calls. You would rather fail than fight. You need to fight with me, and not against me.’

I’m going to! I will! I promise!”

‘Your promises never seem to last long. It’s been about a week since our last conversation. Will you fight with me for all the years to come. To never sub-come to hear the other voice. Block it out from your ears?’

“I want to!! I’ve been trying to. It’s just so hard. But I’m going to. Today. I will fight alongside of you. Let us be one. Show me the path.”

Okay. Let’s go.’

Everyone struggles with something. And not everyone will have these types of conversations inside their bodies, but it can happen. It’s a battle between you, a demon, and the Holy Spirt. You can be strong for years, weeks, or days. And then falter. No one is perfect.

But you can fight it. God will help you. You just have to fight the fight with Him.

Fight the Fight!!

Digital Art
By: emily2jane
9-02-24

Inspired by today’s post.

Ummmmm…..?

What are you most excited about for the future?

I’m not really excited about any one thing. I’m hoping for many things, but I’m not really anticipating anything.

I’m hoping that I can actually be an artist. A known artist. I will always be an artist; I just don’t know if I will ever take it anywhere.

I’m hoping we can have more babies. But that is in God’s hands. He decides. So I’m trying to be content with my kiddos and not just wait for the next one. If there will be another one.

I’m hoping my husband can go back to school and actually accomplish what he wants. Find a dream come true job. (Personal opinion: if you are going to try for a degree, do it while you are young. Not when you are full-time providing for your family.)

I’m hoping my mama will have an easy change to her life. That it won’t be so stressful and that God will provide a laid out path for her follow.

I’m hoping I can have more patience with my daughter. She desires so much and I’m trying to juggle life as it is. I get frustrated easily it seems. So I hope God can help me calm down before reacting with her.

I’m hoping that any future plans are smooth for us. We are talking about some big changes and I hope that this actually the direction God wants us to go.

So yeah, I can’t really say I’m excited for any one thing. Because everything is still in the works. Nothing is for sure. I can only try to prepare. So maybe I will say I’m excited for will come for our future. As a mama and wife, it’s not just my future. Everything about me is connected to my family. ❤️

My Whole Life”
Photograph By: emily2jane
07-11-23

My Lucky Twenty-Nine

.-.-.

My heart breaks every time.

Why the lies?

Why?

It’s not just you,

Can you understand I’m here too?

When I meet you will you be

As you said?

Or will another be a wasted day?

We shall see,

Hopefully…

Do all guys lie?

.-.-.-.

Number one was older,

A goner was number four,

I walked right back out the door.

.-.-.

Seven was a liar,

Twelve was fatter,

Lying does not flatter.

.-.-.

Fifteen was younger,

A flirt was twenty-two,

Honesty is what I pursue.

.-.-.

Twenty-four was sadly a bore,

Twenty-eight was very late.

Is loneliness my fate?

.-.-.

This is my last one,

Walking to my final meet.

Preparing for failure,

Praying to my Savior.

I can’t take much more,

Will twenty-nine slam my door?

.-.-.

The man before me…

I see nothing to deceive.

Why can’t I speak?

Nervousness escaping squeaks.

He talks, I listen,

Stunned to respond.

.-.-.

He is the one.

God washes over me,

Relief.

Our meet was not brief,

My heart still in disbelief.

Outside my home,

Ending unknown.

Side hug goodbye,

Glancing back at the guy,

My lucky twenty-nine.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.

It’s said to write what you know. So this poem is based on me meeting my husband. And I’m not exaggerating when I say I went on many first dates. Some I went on up to three-five dates, but they all ended up lying about something in the end. Online dating is already hard enough. Why lie on your profile. Yes personality is a big part of someone, but for me if you lie with a picture what else will you or are you lying about.

I guess, don’t compromise. And don’t be embarrassed if none of your dates are working out. Now you know there is someone who experienced twenty-eight bad ones before my right one found me.

God made me experience all the awful meets, so that I would know the right one when I met him. Also, so I would see all his great qualities, and see past the honesty of the handsomeness of his profile picture.

Digital Art “Love”
10-27-22
By: emily2jane

Word Of The Day: Parry 07-17-21

Synonyms: ward off, fend off, deflect, hold off, block

It’s a constant battle,

You are always at war.

They claw and scratch;

Ripping at your soul.

Your insides are rattled,

Chaos to your core.

Ruthlessly they attach;

Demanding control.

Fight against them!

Fend them off!

Be firm;

He is on your side.

As they latch on your hem;

Point and scoff.

Don’t allow any squirm.

Help is always provided…

God thrives inside.

Quite obvious the topic choice. After reading the synonyms my first thought was… what lurks in the darkness. They come in many forms; we constantly fight them off. But for me I don’t fear them, because I have the light of God inside of me. Don’t fear because God loves everyone!!

Whenever I think about battling darkness, I think of that intense novel, This Present Darkness, by Frank E. Peretti. I love that book! But a piece of advice…don’t read it at night. I stayed up until 4am when I read it the first time.

Have a strong and faithful day!! ❤️

Digital Art: My Guardian Angel
By emily2jane
07-17-21

That’s someone darkness does not want to mess with. You are toast, if you do dare.

…Beep…beep………

Blarrrgggghhhhh!

Aaaaaahhhhhhh!

Wwwwhhhyyyy!

Bblllaaaaaaaaaa!

Aaaagguuhhhh!

Blaaahhh….

Mama’s brain…

Mama no more…

You are all probably thinking… “what just happened…???”

Don’t worry. I should be fine. Hopefully…

I went to mom’s group, left baby at home with dad, and then returned to a sweet baby.

But around 3pm…she switched into her chaotic terrible two disaster.

The poem above, I actually don’t know if it even counts…but it was the best my brain can manage.

Imagine everything going completely wrong in your entire life, while adding a screaming angry two year old. Then roll of of it into a single day, and you will achieve the second half of my day yesterday.

…I am happy it is currently bed time. Because that means I will soon have some alone, peace and quiet time! 😳

Enjoy your quiet time. Because once kids come into the mix you will miss it terribly. Don’t get me wrong I love her dearly, it’s just sometimes she pushes my buttons.

At least I’ve been told, that once they reach 5 years old that life changes for the parent…so meaning, I have 2-3 years of utter chaos to go….

Silver lining?? Anyone…anyone…

Digital Art by emily2jane
05-04-21

Life As A Mama #30

A typical day at church…

She has become the new unofficial greeter. She says hello to everyone, and some lucky people get hugs.
Elizabeth dashes quickly through the rows of chairs saying her hellos.
In the indoor gym area she attempts to play with the older kids. She does not care if they are playing rough; she just laughs and runs with them. 😜 The only way she can play basket ball is if the hoop is all the way down and someone lifts her up.
As worship begins…the running around giggling does too…😓😂 I find it so embarrassing to have to chase her up front. But the congregation thinks is cute and funny so they laugh; so she laughs and thinks she is acting perfectly fine.
After she runs away once, she must be held; which starts the, “Noooooos!!!” She does not like being in mama’s arms. She wants to be free…😓
So while worship is continuing, I am singing and humming along while I keep Elizabeth happy with doodling with crayons.
Then she notices her favorite buddy is sitting behind us. So she takes her crayons and shares with him by his family. I feel so bad for letting my naughty child influence the boy…😖😑
Calm down mama…what?….really!?!
Sunday school begins…
And mama’s time to relax starts…enjoy the small amount of worship left, listen intently to the sermon. Mama’s alone time in God’s house…❤️

Every Sunday is not like this…occasionally I get a well behaved baby… which scares me. Because I know that means once we get home all craziness will be unleashed.

But I can’t complain. It makes me so happy that church is her favorite place to be. She never wants to go home. The “Nooooooos!!!” happen again once I say we have to go bye bye.

Also since Elizabeth is such a social person, church is her once a week day to interact with everyone. Even people who want alone time will get a smile or a sweet, “Hello.” They have no choice.

It is Tuesday, which means Mom’s group…at the church. Elizabeth loves Mom’s group as well, she had oodles of space to be a crazy little ball of energy. Enjoy your Tuesday!! 🥰

Is it truly Complicated?

“Love is a complicated thing”…that’s what most people say.

I don’t; fake love, forced love, or even a wanted love that God indicates it’s not the right time, of course, are complicated. Believing that love is there when it’s blatantly not, is always complicated. Or forced love…forced love is almost exactly like fake love but it feels worse. Because if it has to be forced, then occasionally the other person is not faithful, or they are manipulating you for their own gain. But the one that got me countless times was the wanted love…wanting, but God implying it was not the one for you or that it is not the time. Wanting something so badly and constantly being shut down or cut off, also, if you ignore the signs given to you, you result to either fake or forced.

But don’t fret; there are many roosters in the world, but to find one that is loyal you must have outside help. For me when the right rooster came along it was easy; we were perfect. It had its ups and downs but my rooster stayed with me through the toughest of times. God helped me find my rooster and without His help, I was only finding fake or manipulating ones.

Now my rooster and I have been married almost 6 months, and we are thinking about having some miniature ones. It won’t be until we are a little more settled, but soon, we will have baby chickens or roosters running around.❤️

I know this post is a little odd, but I wanted to tie in the daily prompt to my daily drawings…I won’t do this every day, but I thought it would be fun for a while.

Fret