Journal entry about trust:
"I am not Eve, thought my tendencies of her are strong. I am the daughter of the Redeemed human race, daughter of Mary. Daughter of Faith. Daughter of the Yes. Daughter of obedience. Mother of Trust. I do not need “to know.” I rebuke the snake and repel the temptation to want to know. Abba, Father, I am Yours. Redeem my broken heart and splintered glass of trust."
Splintered Trust
Like a pebble hitting glass,
The impact, not big enough
To shatter the whole
Window shield
But precise enough in position,
Size, and weight to hit its exact mark
Cracks the surface,
Sending ripples of splintered glass
Like a spider web of lies
Spreading across the center
Windshield
What is supposed to shield and protect,
Now distorted
My vision confused
Yes, he hit his mark
Once a friend, but it was only a mask
Now making me his enemy
Wanting to take me down with him
As he falls
He plants suspicion,
Deafening whispers
Behind closed doors
Hiding traps for me in dark corners
He attacks my character
Even as testimony after testimony
Is written against him
Court is knocking on his door
So he attempts to blow mine down
By persuading some of my own
To follow him
He laughs that he has
“access from within”
And taunts me with
Pointing out that I am
Running with those whom I can’t trust
His friend, my trusted Judas
And the splintered glass tempts me
To pull over and empty out my car.
If I can’t trust anyone,
But I look at those beside me,
And I don’t see Judas.
I see Jesus.
He is with me.
Emmanuel.
And He smiles at the ones
At my side
“I will deal with Judas,” He tells me
“Don’t stop the car.”
“Don’t look at the windshield, look beyond it.
Do you see? Do you see it, Kate?”
I look through the splintered glass
And see a waterfall ahead,
Dazzling rainbows and prisms of color
I have never seen before
The splintered glass no longer
A distortion of reality,
No longer a distraction,
But a vision of glory!
A gift I get to share
With all those
Sitting in the seats
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