A PIECE FROM MY BOOK. . .

I Hate it When My Soul is Crying!

A book for women who hurt quietly and cry behind smiles!


I find this absolutely mind blowing. In the jungle called “life”, I see women
running, back and forth in total chaos, trying to figure a way out! Like in the picture, they feel trapped in clear bottles. They can’t climb the sides, and they can’t jump high enough. They can’t breath. And, they remember their mothers saying, “Keep A Lid On It, Sister!!! Don’t let anyone know you are messed up.”
Every place they run they see no escape from the chaos. They fall captive to the insanity of their minds. It is during these moments they begin to wonder, hoping, and praying for relief. They look all around expectantly and suddenly see peace and serenity; there ahead of them is a beautiful waterfall. It is in the distance with a rainbow in the gully. It appears to be paradise. They run with excitement to the bridge looming before them. They struggle with their brokenness, feelings of stress, and that they almost do not have the strength to carry on anymore.
The bridge is made of rope and old wood. As they reach the middle of it, it weakens and seems like it will collapse from the sheer weight. Each one grabs the rope sides of the bridge for help, but there is none. One cries out about how they shouldn’t be going over such a weak bridge. “What are we doing?” Another screams out to God, “We are not meant to die on this broken down bridge!” One other woman just falls to her knees and weeps. “Take me home, Lord, right now!” Just as quickly as she called out, she suddenly regained her confidence and claims to the rest, “Wait, we can make it across together if we just join hands, follow me!” Step by step they gingerly made their way across and fell into the plush grass. Immediately, they all started rolling down the hill, laughing and screaming joyfully as if children once again.
After a little silence, one remarked sheepishly, “Why do you think we fell apart in the middle of the bridge?” No one answered!


What they did not see going on as they stepped foot on that bridge was the raging war that was taking place all around them. Angels were fighting to keep the bridge sturdy and their enemy Satan trying to use his claws to destroy the bridge. Each step they took was an angel's hand under their foot. The beautiful part was seeing them sacrifice their lives together so each one could reach the other side. They couldn't see any of this above them. And, they weren't aware they were doing that until they reached the other side. When the woman got down on her knees and prayed, the angels built a wall of protection around them so they could cross. Even though the women would encounter war again someday, the angels would be there at their beck and call.

Psalm 91: 11 "For He will give His angels (especial) charge over you to accompany and defend and preserve you in all your ways (of obedience and service)."

submitted by guest writer Lyn (J.E.) and edited by Shirley Faith.
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