With the stroke of a pen, endless possibilities arise. Pen and paper can cause healing, bitterness, or grief. It all depends on the soul holding the pen. I am Zendy, with my pen and paper I share my talent…I reveal my soul…I carry my faith. Thank you for visiting my site. Together, let’s continue to discover life and the limitless possibilities it has to offer us.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Trailing Thoughts

MIDNIGHT. Lying on my bed and still wide awake. All my senses are sensitive during this time of the night. I can hear the late night show coming from the television of the next room; my roomy’s sound sleep at the sala; my heart burning. Sleep has been evading me the past weeks and I have to tire my eyes in front of the computer so they’ll be forced to shut by themselves. I tried counting sheep, drinking milk, and praying for everyone until I doze off. They just pop into my mind. ANGER. How he loves to destroy me. BITTERNESS. How he loves to poison me. They keep on coming back…whenever I lay my head on this pillow…whenever I close my eyes to rest…whenever the lights shut off and the moon hums her melodies. I am always faced with this battle. Every time I close my eyes, I hear them…whispering their lies. Yet, deep within I hear a voice telling me to persevere. I praise the Lord for strength; for reminding me who I am in Christ; for filling my heart with His love. I praise the Lord for wisdom that comes from above and for a heart that fights for love. I praise God for drooping eyelids…for trailing thoughts…for…zzzzzzzz
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