The cares of this life have tried its best to infiltrate my soul. A soul that came here full of smiles and joy has been turned into a shell of itself, making it a hard and hollow place of unending sorrow, only to remotely balance itself on the people who fight so hard to maintain it. No, the soul is not alone. This fight cannot be won by the drifting soul but has to be fought for by the surrounding village of souls. Just as the soul came as a space for God to dwell it has been incessantly chased by the spirit of evil that is not happy unless the soul is totally lost.
This soul, my soul, belongs in the light of the sun. It’s fight is a struggle to show itself and others the way to redemption.
This soul, my soul, shall be rescued! Not just by the people that so desperately fight to keep in the light but by the God that they partition.
That God, my God is able to do exceeding abundantly above anything that we could as or think.
REST…This soul, my soul. You are at peace, hold on to the “joy unspeakable” that God, my God offers.
CELEBRATE…This soul, my soul…Life with all of your village of souls and fight to help them stay in balance!