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Mercy Breathing
Breathe in… your mercy my God, your mercy to this earth and humans and creatures Breathe out… through your mercy my God, through your mercy I will see this earth and humans and creatures breathe in… mercy upon me breathe out… mercy upon you Mercy triumphs over judgment. James 2:12 I will meet with you…
Repent… really?
“The time is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God has come near. Repent and believe the good news! ”Mark 1:15 My back to death, my face to life… This was my rally cry at the point of death. A way out of that valley and back into life, was my hope. No concept of where this…
just breathe…
breathe in… my God arise breathe out… let our enemies be scattered Psalm 68 © Copyright 2021-2026 DonnaTheSurvivor; All rights reserved. No portion of this work/blog may be duplicated or copied without the expressed written consent of the author.
Giving up?
Justification… Righteousness… Purified… Cleansed… Washed in His blood… White as snow… Forgiven… As if I never sinned… A Savior on a cross… The God on a cross… All these are foundational theological premises for those who believe that Jesus saved us from eternal separation, and became our way to eternal connection with God. Yet… in…
Solace and Hope
April 20, 2026, Jake Owensby, substack podcast: https://jakeowensby.substack.com/p/solace-and-hope
Do you hear him?
Here he comes while the crowds jeer and yell and shove to catch a glimpse of him… See him? Is that really him? He’s so beaten, bloody, swollen… collapsing under the weight of the cross… dragging his feet… Oh Jesus… I see you… I look into your eyes as you approach, though anguished with pain,…
sinking vs joy
lately there’s been frequent bouts of sinking for me… pain that overwhelms, loss of hope, loneliness… all of which gnaw at me, tell me lies, and drown me back into that valley of death. Give up, is the rally cry of these bouts, die as you live… how do i know this is not of…
he knows how to reach us
to be loved and enjoyed… to love and enjoy… you must be reached, by another, in a way that resonates between the two… and you must reach, to another, in a way that resonates between the two… for a touching of spirits. i cry out to you my god, from a being that longs for…
hope…
what do i find when all else is lost? I find that my spirit cries to God and only God… though separated, yet in expectation that he does hear me… and that hearing, that taking notice, that seeing, is my hope, that I’m loved and embraced in whatever may be… because the eyes of the Lord are…
Whispers
Lately, whispers have been gnawing, eating at me, just plainly sucking life out of me. Whispers? Yes, those whispers of “what’s the point Donna” or “you’re too old for any useful life” or “you’ll never heal” or “life is only pain for you” or “MOVE! you should be moving, accomplishing” or “God doesn’t really love…
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