Does It Hurt To Grow Wings? (Aug. 24, 2015)

Does it hurt to grow wings? Does it tear at your skin? Do you bleed and ache? is it possible to grin?

Will I be able to breath? Will it hurt to even sigh? Is there hope for life? Or will I curl up and die?

Why is it dark? Why do I feel alone? Will I be able to see you? Or will darkness be my home?

What is this aching in the center of my chest? I'm afraid to feel pain, afraid I'll never rest.

Don't leave me alone, in this cold and dark place. Let the light in, so that I can see your face.

I'm never alone? Is that what you said? You'll be in my heart? Take the pain from my head?

How will I know, when black is all I can see? Please tell me, please. How can this be?

What is this warmth I feel from out there? How is this pain eased, when all I said was a prayer?

Are you listening out there? To my every painful plea? Did you send in this warmth because you love me?

Why am I not scared in this dark abyss? The fear was just here..what did I miss?

I feel calm in this place, more so than ever.. I feel something changing.. Is it a feather?

A wing, you say? Are they really showing? It still hurts like before, but, something IS growing!

Forgive me for questioning.. I trust that you know.. What's best for me to experience, in order to grow.

Does it hurt to grow wings? I ask Him again.. it hurts, little one, and it will till the end.

Why does change hurt, when I'm doing what's right? Why am I still crying, still waking in the night?

You'll always know when your heart is rearranging.. because, if it doesn't hurt.. then, nothing is changing..

Prayer Changes Things (Dec. 2013)

I kneel to pray one Autumn day That more faith be sent my way.. I kneel and wait, but to my dismay, The answer came, just not that day.. Time passed by and I was struck, Not with faith, but with bad luck.. My faith was tried, my testimony shook, Peace and comfort, for these I did look.. "Nevermind, dear Father..it hurts too bad, Gaining faith shouldn't be so sad".. I looked at life, angry and seething, Prayer changes things, For that, I was grieving.. Months pass by..heart, broken and cold, Begins to thaw, faith begins to hold.. A prayer of thanks, a precious daughter, This I know, is loved by her Father.. "Father, I thank Thee.. For giving me this test of faith And eyes that now see".. My prayer of faith, Not long ago, Has changed things, This I know.. Prayer changes things, I hope you see, Not only that...Prayer has changed me..