Diary of a Son. {MYSTERIES}

Dear Diary; #apsalmofshiggaion

What happens when the enemy strikes you with the arm of a friend? How do you fight back when he shoots arrows at you wearing the face of a loved one? What do I do when the enemy uses family to prick my heart with needles? How long will my heart reject her whom I must love and respect? How long will I wear this glum? When will I be rid of this melancholy? Do I let it out and be free? Do I keep it in and gruff without end? I am short of options, I would be disobeying your word to honor and respect by lashing it out, it would keep eating up my desolate heart if I keep it hidden, and when it is done eating, there would be no more heart with which to feed my Dad with love. I feel the enemy taking away my options, my commitment he is stealing away. I have come too far to give up now, am too close to turn back, falling is not an option but how do I fight to remain standing? Do I cut off the arm of a friend because the enemy struck me with it? Am I to lift up my sword against loved ones because the enemy shot arrows at me with their bow? Do I instruct my heart to hate and dishonor family because it allowed it's needles be used in pricking it? No! For that would remove me from the path I have patiently but leisurely walked. I would let nothing blow me off this path, for it alone leads me to the land I was promised by Dad.

Then it struck me, why do I ask questions to which I have already been given answers? Why do I worry when my Dad has asked me not to? I would go to my Dad, He has the solution to all that may trouble Me. In His warm embrace would I find peace for my troubled mind, and healing balm for my bleeding heart, and all I have to do is give Him His favorite dish, and when His heart is merry, He'll do more than I even ask. Don't you just love my Dad? So easy to please and does not grill easily. Let me take you to Him, but please do not disobey whatever He says, because then His wrath might not be so pleasing. Selah.