Standing at the Door

Day after day, night after night, trying to figure out what wasn’t quite right, falling into distress and being deceived by the lies which hides beneath the surface, but my heart believes other wise, trying to see pass the skin of iniquity, which is rough and scaly. I decided to stop crying because my heart won’t allow it, no more tears of sorrow or hate, trying to see where God wants me to be, I felt so lost, looking for love in all the wrong places and with the wrong mind, I fell just like Adam and Eve in the Garden, But how can I get out of this one, I don’t want to hurt him, but the reality of the situation came knocking at my door, the stature was just like I remembered, but it wasn’t his looks that captivated me, it was his all around presentation of who he was, heart full of mercy and faith beyond belief, I just couldn’t believe it. Now I know my situation was lost and out of my hands, not feeling divided but concord by the truth of what was in my heart, my plans were not Gods plans and with that I was left in the stillness of the presences of this man which I long for and to leave my mind to wonder off to far away places where I once was and then I woke up from the nightmare I had gotten myself into and made the decision that would tell the truth of what my mind and heart agreed upon, to let it go and follow my heart.