Weathering

I recognize a strength in my soul that I have never had. It is a gift from God. What an immaculate gift to have to be sure of yourself as the world rages its storms around you, and you stand firm planted in the ground, knowing who you are and Who you belong to, and what power you have access to in your Lord, and what wisdom, vision, presence, and love, you have from The Real, The One. Alhamdulillah for these concrete feet foundations that keep me from swaying too far when the tornadoes try to eclipse my hope.

Dear Lord I

It is certain, without a doubt, that there is the deepest, most illuminating guidance in the Book of God. In my world it has been untapped to its full potential. And only just today, in the pit of emotional misery, clawing away at hope, did I find luminous guidance from The One Who planned for me to hear His words in that exact moment, in that exact state of mind, in the horrid situation in which I find myself. It is a gift beyond measure, beyond words, beyond description. I ask my Creator, ya Allah, to allow it to be the spring in my heart, the light in my chest, and the assuager of my pains and fears and sadness. I ask You of Your bounty, to let that Book of Light, be a part of everything I do, everything I say, the way I act, and feel, and treat others. The way I process. I ask You oh Lord, for Your love, for the love of those You love, and for the love of actions that bring me closer to Your love. Alhamdulillah. Ameen.