PTSD
Christopher L Turknett 1976 (Tallahassee)
June 23Night Falls on the Foothills. Anxiety sets in me so I Pop a pill.
Praying tomorrow Father to give me the Will. So I read the Great Book as I sit upon the top of this Hill.
Blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, who does not look to the proud, to those who turn aside to false gods.
Psalms 40:4 NIV
As the sun set I give up my regrets. Taking a Deep Breath as the Sun Sets. Then I turn the Page.
And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Philippians 4:7 NIV
Let out a Roar and release the Rage. Like a Lion escaping from it Cage. I Take a Deep Breath again. Then Confess my Sins, My Father Whispers to me! Quietly in the winds.
Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the Lord’s people.
Ephesians 6:14, 16-18 NIV
As the Wind brushes my face.
My Father Gave me the Strength to embrace, His Joy and Gave Me the Will to Tell His Story.
It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God—that is, our righteousness, holiness and redemption.
1 Corinthians 1:30 NIV
I'm am Free like the Birds in the Breeze! Spreading His Joy like the Angel's that Came Before Me.
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And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:7 NIV
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Written on April 22, 2023
Submitted by topher177622 on June 27, 2023
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