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On the road of Recovery: How to Reclaim your Joy
A Search For Lost Treasure.
I'm shedding these layers that piled on me
I'm purging my flesh from impurities
I'm trying to discover what lies beneath
For a spirit of correction has fallen on me
As I began this journey I'm hoping to find
And recover an innocence that was lost in time
On this mission of recovery I'm sure to discover
A broken little girl buried underneath these covers
Layer after layer...
Oh, I'm shedding this weight
Layer after layer...
Still I long to escape,,,
This road of conviction...
Where truth blend with lies...
From darkness to light...
Then blindness to sight...
The road to destruction is broad and wide...
But the road of truth is almost blind to the eye...
These layers are shedding still it may take a lifetime...
To recover the innocence that grew corrupted...
A Chastening Spirit.
The road of truth is like no other road you will travel. On this road you travel backwards viewing your life in the spiritual instead of the natural. On this road you will walk with other travelers these travelers are all survivors unfortunately, they all happen to be you.
On one of my favorite daytime soap opera's, a favorite character of mine suffered from Dissociate Identity Disorder (D.I.D) I thought to myself 'How crazy this person appears, no one really suffers from this stuff, its fake' how wrong I was.
Unfortunately, many people, unknowingly, suffer from this disorder. As I was slayed in the spirit I started my journey on the road of truth I was not alone, others walked with me. They said they were her friends, her protectors, they were all created to protect the innocent little girl who became broken once she realized the world was a scary place.
I found this hard to believe one was a liar, the other a conniver, still another took no responsibility and kept blaming everyone, yet, they all were born from her. They made decisions for her, some even made choices that almost ruined her. Yet, I state this emphatically, they weren't bad people, they were simply survivors!
And so, the spirit has slayed me. He wants His prodigy; He want's her to fulfill her destiny. "She's gifted" He says, "she's creative", He says, she has a purpose. So now I'm on a mission to rescue her because God, is anxious for her. He talks to me about her, He says she's perfect and innocent and lost.
On the road of discovery I saw many roads that were blind to my natural eyes but clear as glass to my spiritual eyes.
- The road to destruction
- The road to truth
- The road to life
- The road to death
The Little girl is stuck on one of those roads and as the layers fall away I can feel her and I can almost see her. As I peel back layers to reach the core of my soul, I can sense her innocence. It may take a long time for me to find her. I'm praying it won't take my lifetime to find her. One thing I'm certain of, she's stuck out there somewhere, waiting for me to find her.
© 2016 Dana Tate