^“9 Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. ¹⁰ Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially to those who belong to the family of believers.” Galatians 6:9-10 (NIV)

^“28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. ²⁹ Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. ³⁰ For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30 (NIV)

Lord, I read the, “What If’, Poem. (By person from Unbridled LLC)
I felt spirit move me to an understanding, a believing, about satan’s captivity of my mind, while reading. So rewrote that poem now, as if me.

:What If – Without God – But God, I now SEE:
What if I were the one owned by the deceiver, personhood of his, stolen identity, to serve only him, his ways, the evil one.
What if I were destined to live life, captive to that way. How much could I actually hold up, to the complete condemnation to my core. Where within, never an escape, to be had. What do I do, within the acts of his, that I’m led into, that are based off of what I am; human, my physicality, abilities, trainability ,only shoved here or there with no regard for me(the body).
What if I was within captivity, forced to live in the lies, in the chaos. Where the confinement of my mind is so shut, to only the deceiver, my hostage holder.
What if, I’m forced to live in closeness to the ways and comparisons to others and of myself. To only be the best, perfect, top dog or punishments, of deceiver’s wrath, falls upon me.
What if I am so deep, of that mindset, by submission through: repeated acts, thoughts from fear or pride. To the point I am fully dependent on the caregiver, even if I know it’s not where I’m satisfied within me. What if I there, can’t speak and or struggle, for the deceiver claims, not to hear my voice, as it should be heard. That bait and switching, to confuse my mind, of the lost language, deep inside, stolen truth. This place only causes expectations of perfection, tasks, movements and or actions. Yet the deceiver’s ways really don’t hold true. They are provisional, environmental, relatable, just contingent contextual meaning for me.
What if I by my lying capture’s voice and thoughts; that the connections, harmony and balance, were truly that way of life. One of, and from, his mindset, of expectations and condemnation over my mind.
What are my hopes here, my dreams, my coping ways. Not here, can I trust anything, of my own mind. From my own mind, nothing is as it seems! No thought of freshness or stored within, is my truth reality here. No amount of pleading to the deceiver will change the underlying fact that I don’t belong there. I don’t belong in the self-ways of deceiver’s thought patterns. None of that thought process, within my mind or within my storage banks is truth.

Lord, I am so grateful for your life shed for me. I know I am free indeed, by the death of me with you there. No longer captive to the ways above in the poem. Because you show me the path, every day, into the righteousness of you.

Dear Daughter,

My children hear my voice. They will act upon the fire of Holy Spirit actions, by my will, for them to do. By my word, on the pages, now walking life out. The word changes that atmosphere over to me. Back to the light of life and loving care. There is no way to be revealed, but by my hands and feet. They are the racers of life forces, that are my warriors of love. I’m not a normal fighter, as the world ways are. Don’t look for ways to do this or that outcome. Walk into the room, the space of me will be before you. I have the plans and I will share that with you when the time is now. Breathe easy for you will not be doing, of self, but by spirit. This spirit gets nothing wrong; nothing is off timing. So, believing trust, you will have. Also, the outcomes are not yours to carry. They are mine. I’ll do the fixing; I’ll do the inside to outside cup cleansing of the whole. Girly, you make me smile. I love you, your heartfelt ways for me. They grow exponentially each day. Your trust of me is even a huge, wowza baby. Keep that. I am everything for what you need- today, tomorrow, forever. I am in you. The realization of yours through poem is breathtaking. I love that you finally see that you were stolen from me. That you were a captured soul, that I just had to save, to get back into my fold of love. You are a treasure and here you will forever, KNOW love, feel love, and rest in peacefulness. Baby, I’m so happy you know me more today.